Drakonix, cloaked in the illusion of his human form, moved with the silence of a seasoned assassin. Shadows clung to him like a loyal veil as he slipped past the guards stationed around the king's palace. With graceful precision, he weaved between torchlight and marble pillars, scaling the walls with ease until he found himself standing at the entrance of the princess's chamber.
Within the warm, moonlit room, the gentle laughter of a child echoed faintly. Seated beside her was her father, King Alfred, a rare sight considering his ceaseless burdens.
"Drakonix," the king said in a low voice, though a faint smile betrayed his scolding tone, "you have to stop coming like this. Your actions put not only me and my daughter at risk, but yourself as well."
