Princess Oriana stood on the balcony of her palace, gazing out over her kingdom. It had been a year since Felix the Cat had helped her save Oriana from the evil Duke of Zill, and the kingdom was finally at peace. The once-dark skies were now clear, and the land flourished under her rule.

But despite the calm, Oriana couldn’t shake a sense of unease. The memories of the battle still lingered, and she knew that peace was fragile. As she looked over the lush forests and sparkling rivers, she reminded herself of the responsibility she bore as ruler.

Inside the palace, the staff moved quietly, going about their duties. Oriana turned away from the view, her expression thoughtful. She had grown stronger since Felix's departure, taking on the full weight of leadership, but she still felt the absence of her friend and ally.

She sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and walked back inside, ready to continue her duties. The kingdom needed her, and she was determined to protect it, just as she had with Felix by her side.