Beneath the glinded tongue

Previously

…I took flight, my wings beating against the oppressive air. The scent of roses still hung heavy, but now it was mingled with the acrid tang of Elara’s rage, a promise of the trials to come. The Whispering Willow awaited, and with it, the breaking of my curse and the salvation of the kingdom. But between us and its resting place stood a sorceress who wielded falsehoods like a deadly art. The race was on, and the stakes were higher than Theron could possibly imagine. I had to ensure his trust in my truth held firm, for it was the only weapon we possessed against the gilded tongue of deceit.