The grand halls of the Crystal Citadel shimmer under the glow of thousands of floating candles, their light flickering like stars in the night sky. The ballroom, a massive dome of sparkling crystal, reflects the colors of the evening sky—soft pinks and purples mingling with the golden glow of the setting sun. The air is thick with the scent of blooming starflowers, delicate blossoms that only open at night, their fragrance blending with the sweet notes of honeyed wine.

Outside, the courtyard is alive with the sounds of laughter and music. Tapestries of vibrant hues hang from the stone walls, and lush greenery from Ardent Vale surrounds the open spaces, where guests gather beneath the swaying branches of ancient trees. The air hums with the soft melodies of enchanted flutes, while sprites flit between the guests, playfully altering the lights with their magic.

The royal family, resplendent in their finery, welcomes nobles from every corner of the kingdom. Queen Amara, wearing her crown of angelic crystal wings, stands at the center, her presence radiating warmth and grace. Prince Kieran, his sword gleaming at his side, moves with practiced elegance, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of unrest.

Vibrant stalls line the edges of the courtyard, where skilled craftsmen and mystics display their wares—enchanted jewelry, rare herbs, and scrolls of forgotten lore. A large bonfire crackles in the center, the heat of the flames battling the chill from the Kaldaar Peaks. The air crackles with the scent of roasted meats and spiced pastries, while the sound of gryphons soaring above sends ripples through the crowd.

That is when your family entered the House of Velloria. Rumoured to be descendants of the Elves. Your father walked with a slight limp. He was Lord Zephyr Vellion, your mother walking with her arm around his was Lady Olien Vellion and your older brother Sir Christon Vellion.