Bab 119: The Gathering Storm

The castle was alive with activity, an urgent hive buzzing with the palpable tension of preparation and fear. The morning sun, barely creeping over the horizon, cast long shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the frantic movements of soldiers and servants alike. Emily stood at the highest battlement, overseeing the scene with a grim determination etched into her features. The air was thick with the anticipation of something dark and inevitable, a storm gathering just beyond sight.