The Castle of Rhodes was the liveliest it had been in centuries.

The days surpassing the war of Silver and Gold, the Long Night, and the fight for Westeros were long and fully innovative. An exhausting, new era of man had been born, and chattering through lords and smallfolk alike buzzed restless.

And for the first time in the history of the realm, they had been ruled by a queen. A queen who had announced a grand ball. A gathering of both Essos and Westeros, inviting the kingdoms and island cities from both continents into the center of Helios's Golden Isles, for her majesty's official coronation.

And after the coronation, the beautiful, golden and cherished coronation, the feast had begun.