However, the fear of retribution loomed large in her mind. What if they were discovered? What if Kaelion retaliated against them? The stakes had never been higher, and she was acutely aware of the risks involved. Yet, the thought of remaining silent, of allowing tyranny to choke the life out of her kingdom, was far more terrifying.
Finally, the day of the demonstration arrived. The sun rose over Kaelion, casting a golden light on the cobblestone streets and illuminating the faces of those who had gathered in secret. Evelyn donned a simple yet elegant dress, a nod to her noble heritage, but also a reminder that she stood with the people now. She felt a sense of determination wash over her as she looked at herself in the mirror, a reflection of the leader she was becoming.
Alistair met her at the tavern early that morning, his expression both excited and serious. "The crowd is gathering in the square. We need to be there soon. Are you ready?"
