Confusion

Stasia found herself standing before the imposing gates of the palace, simmering with frustration and anxiety. The guards, unyielding in their duty, had denied her entry, thwarting her plan to speak with Leah and devise new schemes. This setback had left her with no choice but to linger outside, her thoughts churning with a sense of urgency.

As she stewed in her irritation, a familiar voice sliced through the tension. "Stasia?"

Turning swiftly, she discovered Austin approaching. The unexpected encounter brought forth a mix of curiosity and relief. "Austin," she greeted, her tone a cocktail of intrigue and apprehension.

He offered a friendly smile, an attempt to soothe the tension between them. "I heard about the commotion at the palace. Thought I'd come by and see what was happening."

Stasia nodded, her expression veiled. Though she had always considered Austin a friend, the current situation demanded caution. "It's a mess," she responded, her tone evasive.

Sensing her unease, Austin