The day dawned bright and golden. Eldoria was alive, resplendent and waiting.
The five kings and queens of the allied realms were arriving, summoned to discuss peace, plague, and power. And for the first time in months, the full might of the Eldorian Empire will stand together.
From the high marble balcony overlooking the Capital City, Emperor Arin stood tall, calm, regal, every inch the sovereign.
At his side, Empress Katherine was a vision in soft gold, the light catching her crown like captured dawn.
To the Emperor's right stood Alaric, broad-shouldered, composed, dangerous in his stillness. His silver-embroidered cloak fluttered faintly in the breeze, marking him not only as a prince, but as the Empire's blade.
And beside him stood Daphne.
Her beauty was… disarming.
There was nothing forced about it, no glittering jewels or ostentatious crown could compare to the quiet elegance she carried.
