The air around the palace grounds grew heavy, and Laila could feel a shift in the wind as she stood on the terrace overlooking the vast expanse of the kingdom. It had been days since the last council meeting, and though the palace seemed calm, she knew better. The quiet was often more dangerous than the chaos, and her instincts told her that something was coming. Her griffins could sense it too.
Azeer, the fire griffin, was closest to her, his deep red feathers glinting under the sunlight, his golden eyes flickering with an ever-burning flame. Laila could feel the heat radiating off him as his large,-sized body shifted slightly, his wings twitching in response to an unseen tension.
"Something stirs in the air," Azeer’s telepathic voice echoed in Laila’s mind. “The court is restless.”
"I know," Laila replied, her tone steady though her thoughts were far from calm. "It’s too quiet. The factions are watching, waiting for us to slip."