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Echoes of Unease

Alara and Rasa joined the temple officials at the grand entrance of the temple, preparing to make their way to the castle. The evening air was cold, and a light breeze tugged at Alara's formal robes. She stood tall, her fingers brushing against the smooth fabric, trying to maintain composure. Rasa stood beside her, dressed in the deep blue gown they had found earlier, her hair styled elegantly. She looked regal, though Alara could see the nerves in her eyes, her fingers fidgeting slightly at her sides. Alara reached over, giving her hand a quick squeeze, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to steady herself.

The temple officials and guards began to move, and Alara and Rasa followed, blending into the procession. The journey through the temple grounds and toward the castle was quiet, save for the soft rustling of robes and the muffled clinking of jewelry. The gravel path crunched underfoot, and the sound of the nearby fountain offered a momentary distraction. Alara focused on each step, determined not to let her growing apprehension show. The weight of tradition and expectation settled heavily on her shoulders, and she tried to appear confident, even if her heart was anything but steady.

As they approached the group, one of the temple officials, a stern-looking woman named Sister Halene, eyed Rasa skeptically. "Who is this?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of disapproval.

Alara stepped forward, her chin lifted. "This is Rasa, my guest," she said firmly. "I vouch for her presence tonight. She belongs here."

Sister Halene raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, but said nothing more. Alara could feel Rasa relax slightly beside her, and she gave her friend a reassuring smile. Together, they joined the procession, the temple officials forming a dignified line as they made their way to the castle. The path leading to the castle wound through a small grove of ancient trees, their branches twisting above like skeletal fingers reaching for the sky. The torches held by some of the officials flickered, casting a soft, eerie glow on the trees, the shadows dancing across the ground. Alara couldn't help but feel a chill, though she wasn't sure whether it was from the cool evening air or her nerves.

As they walked, Rasa leaned closer to Alara, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure I should be here? I don't feel like I belong in this world."

Alara met her friend's gaze, her eyes filled with determination. "You belong by my side, Rasa. No matter what anyone else thinks. We're in this together."

Rasa nodded, her expression softening. She still looked uneasy, but Alara saw a hint of resolve in her eyes. They continued, the castle looming ahead, its towers reaching the darkening sky. The grandeur of the structure was almost overwhelming, each stone speaking of centuries of history and power. Alara took a deep breath, reminding herself of her duty. She could not let fear overwhelm her now.

The castle gates stood open, guarded by soldiers in dark armor, their faces obscured by helmets. Alara's heart pounded with each step, the weight of the evening pressing down on her. She had attended banquets before, but this one felt different—more critical, more dangerous. She glanced at Rasa, who gave her a slight nod as if to say, "We've got this." Alara nodded back, taking strength from her friend's unwavering presence.

Inside the castle, the banquet hall was already bustling with activity. The tables overflowed with food, and the scent of roasted meats, fresh bread, and fragrant herbs filled the air. Banners bearing the royal crest adorned the walls—a golden eagle with its wings spread wide, clutching a silver sword in its talons, set against a deep blue background. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, its candles casting a warm glow over the room. Alara and Rasa followed the temple officials to their designated seats, eyes scanning the crowd. The nobles wore rich fabrics, and their laughter and chatter filled the space with a sense of celebration, but Alara couldn't shake the underlying tension she felt.