The throne room takes on an eerie quality at night. By day, it is a bustling hub of activity, but now, it stands dimly lit and nearly empty—save for the Princess of the Night, her Nightguard, and a select few of her court.

As hoofsteps echo through the vast chamber, the Princess, until now lost in quiet contemplation, straightens her posture. Her gaze sharpens, her presence regal.

"Subject! We welcome thee before Us, Princess of the Night, and bid thee well. Speak thy troubles—be it a boon thou seekest or aid thou dost require. We shall do all in Our power to grant thee succor."