Destined Marriage

The dim glow of the floating blue orbs cast long shadows across the chamber as Aryndale, Azedreo, and Zefaniarina continued their search.

The air was thick with dust and the weight of forgotten history, but none of them cared.

Every document, every holographic projection, every ancient scroll held the possibility of answering the burning question that had haunted them since their arrival, where was Ahcehera?

Aryndale furrowed his brows as he skimmed through a faded manuscript detailing the genealogy of noble bloodlines.

The text was fragile, its ink barely legible after centuries of neglect, but one name stood out like a beacon in the darkness.

"Queen Tereza Celestara Bloodstone."

His breath caught in his throat. His mother's full name.

He had always known her as Queen Tereza of the Bloodstone Kingdom, but the Celestara in her name sent a cold shiver down his spine.