King Xerxes backed off and walked out of Keondra's room, Aethon was walking down the hallway to Keondra's room.He stopped, his eyes fixed on the king's retreating figure with a mixture of anger and confusion. The king, seemingly oblivious to Aethon's anger, walked away with a confident stride, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.How dare the king come to Keondra's room at this hour? Aethon's fists were clenched, his jaw tight with tension.Aethon entered the room, his expression stern.Keondra was still standing with her swords in her hands."What's going on?" Aethon asked, his voice low and urgent. "Why was the king here?"Keondra sheathed her swords. "We need to leave," she firmly said. "Now."Aethon's eyes narrowed, but he didn't argue. He knew he had to trust Keondra's instincts. Together, they sneaked into Petra and Hilda's room, waking them up with a whispered warning."What's going on?" Petra asked, her voice groggy with sleep."We need to leave," Keondra repeate
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