It was a night draped in velvet splendor, the grand ball of the Nocturia Empire. Beneath chandeliers that glittered like fragments of fallen stars, the Imperial couple—Emperor Enjiro and Empress Hana—welcomed the world into their resplendent halls. The occasion was no ordinary festivity, but a moment etched for history: the formal unveiling of their beloved children to the Empire and beyond. One by one, they stepped into the light of destiny—first, the Crown Prince Makoto, steadfast and noble; then Prince Osamu, sharp as tempered steel; followed by Prince Tatsuhiko, radiant with youthful ardor. And in their wake, the daughters of grace and promise: Princess Sakura, a blossom in human form; Princess Anne, a fox-spirit of charm and quiet fire; Princess Himiko, mysterious as moonlit waters; and the youngest, Princess Kyou, tender yet brimming with unspoken potential. The air hummed with anticipation, for in the golden glow of that evening, the Empire itself seemed to breathe through its heirs.