Departure And Dragon Aura
The courtyard was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, casting long shadows across the cobblestone ground. The air was filled with tension as the holy knights and mages, now fully conscious, stood aside, making way for the imposing carriage that awaited King Leonheart's departure.
Hestria, her long blond hair flowing gently in the evening breeze, stepped forward, her expression a mix of confusion and fear. "Leona, Oliver," she began, her voice tinged with shock, "why am I being taken back to the forest with you?"
Leona, her dark blue hair gleaming faintly in the fading light, turned to Hestria with a calm look. "It's complicated," she explained, her brow furrowing slightly. "But for now, it's safest for you to come with us."
Oliver, his emerald eyes reflecting the dimming sunlight, stepped forward, his tone playful. "Our liege has claimed you as his own," he stated bluntly. "It's only natural that you return with us."