The next day morning…
Alisha stood on the first floor, leaning casually against the cool stone railing, her arms crossed loosely over her chest as she gazed down into the Main Hall. Morning light streamed through the towering windows, casting golden patterns across the polished marble floor.The hall looked pristine — it was as if the horrors of the previous day had been nothing more than a bad dream.But Alisha knew better.The echoes of chaos still clung to the air, hidden beneath the gleaming surface, and no amount of magic or scrubbing could erase the memory of what had transpired.Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the stone as she watched the servants bustle about, polishing, arranging flowers, resetting furniture — each movement a desperate attempt to restore normalcy.A normalcy that had been shattered.She exhaled slowly, her mind heavy.Just then she felt a tap on her shoulder and when she looked
