Aria returning to northern palce to see the letter of king.
The interior of the North Palace was cool and quiet, a sharp contrast to the dusty heat of the training grounds.
Aira stood by a stone window, the royal letter trembling slightly in her fingers.
The gold wax seal of King Rowan lay broken on the table like a dropped coin.
“He is calling us back,” Aira whispered.
“To Cloud Land.”
Ria, the Third General of the North and Aira’s closest friend, went pale.
She leaned against the heavy wooden table, her eyes wide.
“The Capital?
Now?
Is…
is everything okay there?”
“They didn’t give details,” Aira replied, her voice tight.
She looked at the parchment again, scanning the sharp, formal handwriting.
“They only mentioned that they need us in the capital as soon as possible.
It’s an immediate summons.”
Kael, who had been pacing the room with nervous energy, suddenly stopped.
A look of excitement flickered across his face, breaking the tension.
“The Capital?
I’ve never been!
I’ve heard stories about the floating towers and the white stone, but I never thought I’d actually see it.
This is my first time leaving the North!”
Aira looked at Kael, but she didn’t share his excitement.
She exchanged a heavy, silent look with Ria.
None of them had set foot in Cloud Land since they were eight years old.
Back then, they were just children fleeing or being sent away; Now, they stood as the three generals responsible for the entire Northern region.
Returning wasn’t just a trip for them—it was a confrontation with a life they had almost forgotten.