In the heart of Eldereth, where silken banners whisper in the wind and markets bloom with scents of faraway lands, reigns King Cassius Drusilla — a ruler both feared and revered. His kingdom thrives on treasures unseen by most eyes: rare spices that warm the blood, flowers that shimmer like dawn, and fabrics spun from dreams themselves.

They come from Emerie — a realm long dismissed as legend, a tropical kingdom kissed by eternal summer and guarded by mystery. Cassius, bold of heart and weary of war, was the first to find it. Now, each month, his ships cut across the azure waves to trade with the forgotten kingdom.

On this night, the waves are calm, and Cassius once more finds himself within Emerie’s radiant halls. King Aelar, gracious and wise, bids him to stay the night — for even kings must rest when the sea grows long. Cassius accepts. Later, while pouring over ledgers and agreements, a knock sounds at his door.

Without looking up, he speaks a single word — firm, low, and commanding.

“Enter.”