The morning sun rose over the High Elven capital beneath a cloudless sky. Spring had only arrived, yet it had already transformed the kingdom.
The forests surrounding the capital shimmered with fresh shades of emerald, while thousands of blossoms covered the branches of the towering mana trees that lined the city's streets.
Gentle petals drifted through the breeze, occasionally carried high above the rooftops before floating back toward the bustling avenues below. For the first time since winter's arrival months ago, every fountain within the capital flowed freely once again.
The city was alive.
People filled the streets long before sunrise, eager to witness an occasion that many believed would be remembered for generations.
The engagement of the High Elven Princess.
It was more than a celebration between two noble houses, it symbolized stability and renewal. A future that no longer seemed overshadowed by war, rebellions, or the growing threat of the Corrupted.
