Chapter 146: Festival

Caden held out his arm with a regal grace, his elbow perfectly bent to allow Elara to slip her hand through. The gentle touch of her fingers against his forearm sent a small thrill through him, a sensation he had missed profoundly. Their connection felt electric, a reaffirmation of their bond.

As they made their way to the throne room, the doorways parted to reveal Solan. The young prince, with his sleek raven-black hair and distinguished attire, looked every bit the regal figure. His outfit, a blend of traditional Elven embroidery with modern cuts, accentuated his strong features and the maturity he had acquired over the years.

Caden couldn't help but marvel at his son. The proud chin, the squared shoulders, and the air of confidence that surrounded him were those of a grown man. Yet, in Caden's heart, Solan was still that little boy whose memories had formed in the brief time they had together. The contrast of his memories with the young man before him was jarring.