Comhroinn Fuaime

The morning sun barely kissed the shores of Sidon, casting a pale golden light across the dewy gardens where Princess Europa wandered. The air was sweet with the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, yet there was a restless energy in the wind, a subtle shiver that made the petals tremble as if t…

The morning sun barely kissed the shores of Sidon, casting a pale golden light across the dewy gardens where Princess Europa wandered. The air was sweet with the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, yet there was a restless energy in the wind, a subtle shiver that made the petals tremble as if the world itself were holding its breath. Europa moved among the flowers, her fingers brushing the delicate blooms, her thoughts wandering far beyond the palace walls.