Lucien
The rain fell heavily over the Eldoria courtyard. The sound of drops mixed with the distant echo of screams and steel. The smell of iron and smoke filled the air, and Lucien watched everything from the castle's balcony, with the cold and empty gaze of someone who has become accustomed to chaos. — They're saying the prince has gone crazy again — murmured one of the guards, too low to be heard. But Lucien listened. I always listened. Isabel entered the room with silent steps, her dress stained with mud and her eyes tired. She stood behind him, observing the battlefield outside. — The war is over, Lucien. Already won. — Her voice sounded calm, but firm. He turned his face slowly, as if her words had brought him back from a trance. - He finished? — he repeated, in an almost lifeless tone. — The war never ends, Isabel. It just changes shape. She approached closer, without fear, as she always did. Her hand touched his arm, and for the first time in days, the prince took a deep breath. For a brief moment, silence
About Lucien
The rain fell heavily over the Eldoria courtyard. The sound of drops mixed with the distant echo of screams and steel. The smell of iron and smoke filled the air, and Lucien watched everything from the castle's balcony, with the cold and empty gaze of someone who has become accustomed to chaos. — They're saying the prince has gone crazy again —...Read more