[Third Person].
Five years had passed since the war.
Stormveil no longer carried the weight of fear in its air. The Great Wall stood firm and silent, a reassurance.
The palace, once a place of constant strategy and tension, had softened into something warmer—something lived in, filled with life.
Nowhere was that more evident than in the inner courtyard that morning.
"Luna, no—!"
A burst of laughter followed immediately.
Meredith stood near the stone path, one hand resting lightly on her hip as she watched her daughter dart across the courtyard with something glowing faintly between her fingers.
The light flickered playfully, shifting colours as Luna ran, her silver hair catching the sunlight with every step.
"I told you not to do that near the fountain," Meredith called after her, though the softness in her voice betrayed any real intention of scolding.
Luna only giggled and ran faster.
Behind her, two attendants tried and failed to keep up, their composure long abandoned.
