As Keleora stepped out of the grand throne room, the echoes of her father's voice still resonated in her mind. She couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment that hung in the air. The memory of the punishment she had served for losing their family heirloom felt like a heavy weight on her shoulders. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, a tempest of self-doubt and frustration.
However, her internal storm was disrupted when she crossed paths with Agron, her older brother. A sly grin played on his lips, and his eyes glinted with amusement as he looked her up and down.
"Well, well, look who it is," he drawled, his voice dripping with condescension.
Keleora shot him a withering glare, her eyes narrowing in irritation. "What do you want, Agron?"
Agron's grin widened, and he let out a chuckle that grated on Keleora's nerves. "Just admiring the pride of our family. It seems you've outdone yourself once again."