The royal chapel stood like a monument carved from devotion itself, a towering structure of marble and stone nestled at the heart of Meria. Its high pillars stretched upward like silent sentinels, holding aloft a vaulted ceiling painted with faint celestial murals that seemed to shimmer beneath the glow of candlelight. Rose-tinted windows filtered the morning sun into soft hues of crimson and gold, bathing the interior in a dreamlike warmth that felt almost sacred.
It was a place of beginnings and endings. Here, princes were crowned kings, vows were bound for eternity, and beneath it all, in the quiet darkness of the mausoleum below, lay the bones of those who had once ruled, now reduced to echoes and dust.
