The morning air is crisp as the walls of Rahlhelion's capital city loom faintly through the mist, guards already posted at key thoroughfares. In this fleeting calm, a secret messenger from beyond Eastridge's walls rushes to the royal council chamber, handing Evelynn a desperate letter with a terrified expression. The missive bears only five words: "Black arrows tested. Blood will spill in the capital."
Evelynn brushes raindrops from the parchment, lifting her gaze. "Have the black-clad archers infiltrated the inner city?" She rises, her cloak swirling lightly. Lucian clasps her arm, whispering, "Where is the damage?"
The captain of the guard reports: "Three merchants were poisoned to death in the south marketplace last night. Their arrowheads carried exotic poison powder from border bandits. All southern and eastern watchposts have heightened security, but surprise attacks remain hard to prevent."
Evelynn inhales the cold air, her gaze piercing. "They aim to sow chaos in the capital under cover of night, diverting my attention from the border to pave the way for further plots." She turns to issue orders: "Summon the Silver Oath Knights and city garrison immediately. Seal off the south marketplace and interrogate all suspicious persons. Have Church physicians and royal doctors work together to find an antidote and uncover the poisoning's truth."
"As you command," Lucian replies, already moving to dispatch orders. Evelynn watches his dashing form, a flicker of tenderness rising in her heart, only to be pressed down by the urgent situation.
After the council disperses, Evelynn retires to the Fountain Pavilion in the royal garden, her breath still uneven. Lucian brings a cup of warm hibiscus tea, placing it gently in her hands. "The cold is worsening, Your Highness. You need rest." His voice is low with affection.
Lucian steps closer, wrapping his cape tightly around her shoulders. "If you need compassion, I shall become your personal guard from this day forth. Even if black arrows fly again, I will shield you."
She looks up at him, her eyes shining with a blend of battle resolve and affection. "With you by my side, I fear nothing."
They stand embraced as the night wind carries the scent of fountains and lingering osmanthus. The capital remains ablaze with lights in the distance, but in this quiet Fountain Pavilion, they know: only by standing as one can they defend both the throne and their hearts against treacherous tides and poisoned arrows.