Grandcrest had always been called a peaceful kingdom.
But peace was only what people believed when nothing had gone wrong yet.
Inside the royal palace, Princess Chyna stood quietly as tension filled the air around her.
Something was wrong.
She could feel it.
"Leave now, Chyna."
King Arnold's voice broke the silence.
Her eyes widened slightly. "But Father—"
"No arguments," Queen Chyera said gently, stepping closer. "You must go with Leon. You will be safe with him."
Sir Leon stepped forward immediately, bowing once before her.
"Your Highness."
There was no time to question anything further.
He guided her out of the throne room.
Outside, the palace corridors felt too long.
Too quiet.
As if the world itself was holding its breath.
Grandcrest was one of four kingdoms in Clovervile.
Grandcrest. Dacria. Camelot. Alvania.
Four kingdoms.
One fragile peace.
And something that was beginning to break it