"Some departures aren't endings they are the quiet spaces where wounds finally learn how to heal."
The early morning mist still clung to the foothills surrounding the Northern Castle, lending a soft, almost ethereal quality to the scene. The farewell was not a grand state affair, but a quiet, intensely personal gathering at the remote secondary landing field, far from public view. This was the final act of the containment strategy, closing the chapter on the immense, painful secret. The King had been clear: Elara would leave with dignity, acknowledged by her loved ones, but disappear completely into her advisory shadow role at Roan Ridge, a remote, high-security Northern Estate.
