A calm night

I sat in my room, my nimble fingers meticulously knitting a bag that I planned to give the pack's doctor. The night was quiet, and the palace felt still and peaceful. I had finished knitting several scarves earlier but found myself unable to sleep, my mind restless with a sense of unfinished business.

As I concentrated on my task, the rhythmic clicking of the knitting needles filled the room. The soft yarn slipped through my fingers, forming neat rows, as I focused on my craft. The moon cast a gentle glow through the window, illuminating the room with a serene light.

Just as I was about to complete another row, a sudden knock on my door shattered the tranquil silence. Startled, I dropped my knitting needles, the yarn unraveled and rolled onto the floor. My heart skipped a beat, and my mind raced, wondering who could be visiting at such a late hour.

My initial fear wrestled with my courageous spirit, urging me to face the unknown. Steeling myself, I rose from my chair and approached th