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Stormveil celebrated for an entire week.
The naming of the royal twins became more than a ceremony—it became a festival that swept through the kingdom without pause.
Music filled the streets, wine flowed endlessly, and laughter echoed from the lowest quarters to the highest towers of the palace.
For seven days, Draven allowed it. He did not restrain the joy. He did not interrupt the people. He let them celebrate fully.
Then, on the eighth day, he ended it. A summons was issued.
The council of elders, Royal Alphas, Betas, and all high-ranking officials were called into the Grand Hall for an urgent assembly.
The tone of the summons was enough to draw immediate attention, but no one knew the reason behind it. Not until Draven spoke.
He sat upon his throne, Meredith absent by his side for obvious reasons, while the hall filled gradually with the leaders of Stormveil. Once all were present, silence settled naturally.
