Enzo was in his quarters recovering from the wound he had suffered when he attacked the kingdom of Cosset. Since that day, he hadn't left his room, not wanting to appear weak in front of his sister; she was like a hyena waiting for the right moment to strike. She had always been someone to watch out for, but in recent days it was impossible for him to sleep peacefully. He feared what she might be plotting, and that worried him greatly; he was afraid of what she might be planning.
Someone knocked on the door. When he heard his sister's voice behind the door, his whole body tensed. Instinctively, he reached for the sword he always wore strapped to his waist and never parted with.
"Enzo, it's Cira. Can I come in?"
"What do you want?"
Cira opened the door without his permission and said wi
