The final morning arrived quietly. The last stubborn patches of snow had disappeared from the Court overnight, replaced by fresh green grass that stretched across the palace gardens.
Flowerbeds that had remained dormant throughout the colder months now bloomed with deep violet and silver blossoms unique to the Dark Elven Kingdom, filling the morning air with a faint, refreshing fragrance.
A gentle breeze drifted through the open palace windows, spring had finally arrived.
Atheline awoke before sunrise out of habit. For a few moments, he simply remained lying in bed, listening to the quiet sounds of the palace slowly coming to life outside their chambers.
Servants were already moving through the corridors. Somewhere in the distance, a bell rang softly, marking the beginning of another day.
Today, however, was different. Today they would leave for the High Elven Kingdom.
