As Eiravyne walked alongside Urag, her eyes scanned the corridors, catching the sudden flurry of activity around them.
The usual quiet of the castle had transformed into a lively buzz of anticipation.
Servants hurried about, their footsteps quick and purposeful, their faces flushed with urgency.
The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers and something sweet, the sound of fabric rustling as maids dashed past them, carrying trays and arranging decorations in every corner.
Eiravyne's brows furrowed in confusion. "Wh-what's going on?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Urag didn't answer immediately. He merely smiled, that secretive, teasing smile she knew all too well.
His grip on her hand tightened for a moment, guiding her through the bustling hallways with a calm confidence that contrasted the rush around them.
