Chapter 86

Chapter 86

In the grand throne room of the castle, the morning sun cast dancing shadows on the walls, illuminating the opulence that surrounded them. Baron and Oswald stood at the back of the room, their voices barely above a whisper as they engaged in hushed conversation. It was a somber exchange, their faces fraught with concern.

As they spoke, the heavy wooden doors creaked open, and a figure slowly emerged, her hand clasping the tiny hand of a one-year-old baby named Allistar. Myra, dressed in a flowing gown that cascaded to the floor, walked into the room, a gentle smile planted upon her lips. Allistar's wide, curious eyes scanned the room, taking in the intricate tapestries and towering statues.

Occasionally, Allistar would tap Myra's arm, pointing to a particularly grand statue, and Myra would respond with a wry comment or a playful remark, causing laughter to bubble from the child's mouth. Their presence added an air of innocence and joy to the otherwise tense atmosphere.

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