The stars twinkled in the dark sky, casting a faint light over the palace grounds. Laila paced the halls, her mind restless and troubled. Malik was still at the northern border, battling the rogue faction of the Iron Claw. The strain of the kingdom's growing tensions weighed heavily on her, the constant threat of internal and external conflict pressing in from all sides.
Beside her walked Azeer, her fire griffin, his large wings folded neatly against his body as he moved silently, his fiery eyes scanning the shadows. He was enormous and his presence exuded both comfort and raw power. His telepathic voice broke through her thoughts.
"You feel it, don’t you, Laila?" Azeer’s tone was calm, but Laila could sense the tension underlying it.
"Yes," she replied, her voice low as she continued pacing. "The court is too quiet. I don't trust the peace. The Silent Veil’s neutrality isn’t as neutral as they claim, and there's something… off about Zayd and Zubair."