"It's been one week," Alina said softly, staring at the horizon. "One week since we returned. I feel like I haven’t had a moment to catch my breath."
Alina and Lyra sat on the sandy beach, their backs resting against a large rock, gazing at the endless waves that crashed gently onto the shore. The cool breeze brushed against their skin, carrying the scent of saltwater and the soothing sounds of the tide.
Lyra glanced over at her sister, her lips curving into a small, bittersweet smile. "You’ve been busy. Everyone wants a piece of you, the nobles, the council, even the common folk. You survived Isolde. To them, you’re practically a legend now."