Test of strength
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Esteria stood at the window of her room, arms crossed, watching as the first light of morning filtered through the trees and cast long shadows across the courtyard. The air was crisp, carrying a rare stillness that seemed to pause time itself. This morning felt different—more charged, almost electric. El-Kharis had been quiet and intense, his presence lingering like a promise yet to be fulfilled.
She had taken her bath with more than a hint of reluctance, allowing the warm water to soothe her aching muscles. After dressing in a simple tunic and leggings, she made her way down to breakfast. The dining hall, usually alive with chatter and clinking dishes, felt oddly subdued. Levy's absence was a tangible void, and though Rowland, Adrian, and Leon were present, their faces were quieter than usual.