Selena:
The royal chamber felt alive in a way no other room in the palace had since my return. My father's belongings were arranged as they had been, polished wood gleaming softly in the morning light.
Books rested on shelves with quiet care, a faint scent of cedar and old parchment lingering in the air. I ran my fingers over the carved armrest of the chair he had once favored, tracing the curves as though I could feel the memory of him in every line.
I remembered the evenings we had spent here, him telling stories of the pack, of strategy and diplomacy, of leadership that demanded both strength and care. I could see him now, seated in this very chair, voice steady and warm, eyes sparkling with pride as he spoke to me.
