Bab 230: Beauty with plans

In the heart of the king's capital, the grandeur of the palace stood as a silent witness to the unfolding events within its walls. Aragon, with a measured stride, made his way through the corridors, his presence commanding attention even in the hushed whispers of the courtiers.

Freja and Katheryn had embarked on a mission to reunite with the remnants of the Nuewata tribe, the echoes of their departure lingering in the air like a wistful melody. They rode atop her dragon, symbols of both power and unity, soaring into the horizon in search of them. 

Falyrn the old sage had accompanied them, leaving Aragon to attend his matters.