Royal SeaWing prisoner

Chapter 1

Sahara was watching as two soldiers approached her. Their armor glinted under the scorching sun, their dark eyes filled with determination. The queen tilted her head, curious about the urgency in their steps. As they drew closer, the soldier in the lead spoke up. "Your Highness, we have captured a spy from a neighboring kingdom. He was found lurking around our territory." He said. Sahara studied the captive soldier, whose eyes darted nervously from side to side. His clothes were tattered, a clear indication of his struggle to invade the SandWing realm unnoticed. The queen's heart swelled with compassion as she assessed him. "What do you wish for us to do with him?" the soldier asked, his voice sharp and expectant. Queen Sahara looked at them, her gaze unwavering. "Let him go," she said, her voice calm yet firm. The soldiers exchanged glances, clearly astonished by her response. "But, Your Highness, he is a threat to our kingdom. We cannot simply release him," one of them protested. Sahara's eyes softened, and she took a step closer. "I understand your concerns, but there are times when mercy outweighs the threat. Release him, and let him carry a message back to his kingdom. Let them know that we are capable of forgiveness and kindness." Sahara said as she narrowed the 2 closely. The soldiers hesitated, torn between their loyalty to their queen and their duty to protect the kingdom. In the end, respect for Sahara's decision convinced them to comply. They unbound the captive soldier and watched as he fled across the desert, disappearing into the horizon. Sahara turned away, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. As she walked back toward her magnificent palace, a lone soldier approached, scrambling to catch up to her. The queen turned around, acknowledging his arrival with a raised eyebrow. "Your Highness, word has spread among the council about the spy's release. They wish to hold a meeting to discuss the consequences of your decision," the soldier informed her, a hint of apprehension in his voice. Sahara sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Very well, organize a council meeting. Make sure they know that I will be present." She said firmly. The soldier nodded and hurried back to the palace, leaving Sahara to face her thoughts. Once alone, she walked into her private chambers and closed the door behind her. She walked toward her vanity mirror, her reflection showing a queen burdened by the weight of her choices. As she gazed at her own reflection, her royal crown caught her eye. She reached out and delicately picked it up before placing it on her head. A single tear rolled down her cheek, tracing a path in the sand-like scales. Sahara bowed her head, her heart aching for the friend she had let go. She had made a choice that prioritized compassion over fear, but it still pained her deeply. Yet, amidst her sorrow, the queen knew that she had chosen a path that embodied her belief in the power of forgiveness and understanding. And so, with her crown upon her head and her burdened heart, Queen Sahara prepared herself to face her council, hoping that they would see the importance of her decision and find a path to peace.