The night was dark and restless, the sky heavy with storm clouds that rumbled like a foreboding omen. The wind carried the scent of rain and sorrow, whispering through the towering spires of Valla's palace. The kingdom mourned.
Queen Abittah was dead,
She had perished in childbirth, leaving behind a daughter—Princess Alissa. Yet joy had no place in the air that night. The halls of the palace lay thick with grief, the flames of torches casting flickering shadows upon tear-streaked faces.