Bab 53: Sader's past

Within the royal palace's ornate walls, where gilded mirrors reflected the afternoon sun and crystal chandeliers cast dancing shadows across marble floors, Morona's grief transformed the elegant surroundings into a battlefield of emotions. The sound of shattering porcelain and splintering wood echoed through the usually serene halls, each crash a testament to her anguish. Locked inside her chambers by Srides' prescient decision, she unleashed her fury on centuries-old furniture and priceless artifacts, blind to their value in her pain.