Regret Was Too Late

Astaria was drenched in sorrow. The air, once filled with anticipation and excitement for the royal match between the princes, now carried the weight of despair. 

The arena that had been a grand spectacle was now a battlefield littered with the aftermath of violence. For the first time since the war with the Night Courts, several Fae courts had clashed so violently, and no one had foreseen the tragedy that would unfold.

Fae children cried inconsolably, some of them separated from their parents in the chaos. Their small, trembling voices called out in fear, their bright eyes searching for familiar faces amidst the wreckage. Parents, equally frantic, searched for their lost little ones, their hearts pounding with dread. Shouts of names filled the air, desperate and filled with anxiety, as families tried to reunite in the midst of the destruction.