The sky over the Sol'vur coastline was a painter's dream—a smear of molten gold, lavender, and deepening blue melt into each other as the sun flirted with the horizon. Jorghan walked beside Ariandal along the black-sanded beach, their footsteps leaving long, deliberate prints behind. She was the one who insisted on this excursion, insisting that her king who knew mountains and forests and battlefields needed to feel the sea in his bones, needed to understand the rhythm of her waters.
