Barty clapped Alex on the back, a grin still on his face. "Let's get moving, then. Can't keep the queen waiting."
As they stepped out of the tavern, the cold air hit them, but it felt different now. The warmth of the meal and the brief moment of connection with the people in the tavern lingered, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there were still simple, comforting moments. They made their way down the cobblestone street, the looming task ahead of them now in clearer focus.
***
Inside the castle, Queen Anya sat alone during her break, her figure silhouetted against the grand, stone walls of her chamber. She was seated in a finely crafted wheelchair, a subtle contrast to the royal splendor around her. The silence was broken only by the soft clink of her spoon against the plate as she ate her meal in solitude.
Tak! Tak!
