Uneasy Path

"Go wash up, Scott. It's been a long day," Melissa said, her tone soft but caring. "Do you need something to eat?"

"It's almost midnight." Scott said as he shook his head. "I think I'm good, Mom. Thanks," he replied, offering a small smile of reassurance.

"Alright then. Goodnight, sweetheart," Melissa said, patting his shoulder.

"Goodnight, Scott," his father added with a nod, his voice calm as ever.

"Goodnight," Scott murmured, heading toward the stairs. He climbed up to his room, his footsteps slow as exhaustion finally caught up with him.

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The grand chamber of Queen Isolde's palace was cloaked in an oppressive silence, save for the soft hum of conversation coming from her advisor, who stood a respectful distance away. He was on the phone with Viktor, his voice calm but carefully measured.