[Few Days ago]
The Fairmoore Territory lay bathed in the warm hues of late afternoon.
Rolling emerald hills stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with wind-kissed fields of golden grain and rows of ancient oak trees that whispered softly as the breeze passed through them. Rivers cut silver veins across the land, reflecting the sun like molten light. Unlike the harsh austerity of the Holy Kingdom, Fairmoore felt alive—a place of quiet wealth, careful governance, and long-standing traditions.
At the heart of it all stood Fairmoore Manor.
A vast estate of pale stone and darkwood spires, its architecture both elegant and formidable. Ivy climbed its outer walls, winding around tall arched windows, while banners bearing the crest of House Fairmoore fluttered proudly from the balconies. The manor did not scream power—but it radiated authority all the same.
Inside, the halls were alive with motion.
