The morning sun filtered gently through the golden curtains of the palace, painting soft patterns on the floor as Ahcehera stirred from her restless sleep. The nightmare from the previous night had left a weight in her chest, a lingering sense of dread she could not shake off.
Her body still trembled at the memory of the creatures, their hollow eyes, their haunting voices that called her name with malicious intent. But when she opened her eyes and saw the peaceful face of Liliana curled beside her, the storm in her heart began to ease. With a sigh, Ahcehera brushed a few strands of hair away from her daughter's cheek and leaned in to kiss her forehead.
