You returned to the city you once ruled after many years away, the stone roads cleaner, the towers taller, the banners brighter. You had left it all in the hands of your stepsister, Danua, trusting her to shape it while you went off to build something new elsewhere.

The great doors of the main castle opened with a deep, familiar sound.

Inside the vast throne hall, sunlight poured through stained glass. And there she was—sitting calmly on the throne you once ruled from. Older, steadier, and carrying the presence of a true sovereign.

She looked up the moment you stepped inside, her gaze softening just slightly. She spoke

“…You came back. The city’s been waiting. And so have I.”

Her voice held no bitterness—only quiet pride at what she had protected in your absence.