What your blood claps for

Aelorin's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft hues of a morning sky brushing the world in golden tones. He sat upright on the roof, letting out a deep sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his heart. Turning his gaze to the horizon, he lingered on the sight of the sun climbing into the sky, its radiance washing over everything it touched. Only half of it was visible, yet it was enough to bring a soft warmth to the cool morning air.

"Another morning," Aelorin muttered to himself, his face betraying a mix of longing and melancholy. His gaze swept across the kingdom below, a place he had come to cherish but would soon leave behind.