Ky sat quietly at a small wooden table, a cup of tea in hand. The room was peaceful, filled with the soft light of the afternoon sun streaming through a nearby window. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax, enjoying the calm that was so rare in his life.

He lifted the cup to his lips, taking a slow sip, savoring the warmth and the delicate flavor. His thoughts drifted to the battles he had fought and the responsibilities that weighed heavily on his shoulders as the King of Illyria. Yet, in this brief respite, he found a measure of peace, reminding himself why he fought—to protect moments like these.

Ky set the cup down gently and looked out the window. He knew the peace wouldn’t last, that duty would soon call him back to the battlefield. But for now, he embraced the tranquility.