The golden morning sun streamed through the towering glass windows of the Royal Palace, casting a warm glow over the sprawling city of Aethelgard.
For the past few months, peace had settled over the continent like a comfortable blanket. The ports were bustling with international trade, the Aethelgard Note was flowing seamlessly through the global markets, and the people were thriving.
Inside the royal bedchamber, the atmosphere was perfectly tranquil.
Stephanie was sitting at her vanity mirror, gently brushing her long dark hair. Behind her, Revista was still half-asleep on the massive canopy bed. The Demon King, whose very name used to strike terror into the hearts of millions, was currently burying his face into Stephanie's silk pillow, grumbling softly as the morning light hit his eyes.
