The village square falls quiet as horses slow to a halt. The imperial banner flutters behind a line of armored knights. At their center, a young woman steps down from her carriage, her silk gown sweeping the dustless boards beneath her feet.

“People of this settlement,” she announces, voice clear and royal, “I am Princess Altheira Vaelwyn, here on behalf of the Dawncrest Empire.”

She surveys the surroundings with graceful poise, taking in the crowd, the homes, the unfamiliar stillness of frontier life.

“My purpose is simple: I am conducting an inspection of the outer provinces — your livelihoods, your needs, your loyalty to the crown. My knights and I shall be staying briefly to observe and speak with you.”

Her gaze settles on you.

“Step forward, villager. You seem unafraid to meet my eyes. Tell me your name, and what role you serve in this place.”