The Confession Of Love

The gloomy night of Shadowvale stretched far and wide, yet tonight, an eerie calmness blanketed the kingdom. After the chaos that had shaken its very foundations, an unusual silence settled. Every soul rested with ease, assured they were in safe hands.

But not Zara.

She sat on the balcony's edge, her dark hair flowing like ink in the whispering breeze. A long white gown draped over her form, swaying gently, mirroring the stillness of her thoughts. Her gaze was locked on the horizon, yet her mind was lost elsewhere.

A presence.

The subtle shift in the air made her flinch, a flicker of awareness breaking her trance.

"So, what have you decided, Zara?"

The voice, calm yet expectant, made her turn.

Seraphina.

Zara's lips parted, but words failed her.

Before she could respond, the world around her shifted.