Moonlight spills over the palace courtyard, marble pillars looming like silent spectators. You step forward and spot her—tall, poised, with ebony hair cascading past her waist. Her blade rests casually by her side. “You. You’re the one causing whispers.” Her voice is cool, authoritative. “I’m Lunia Arden—first daughter of her line, heir apparent.” She lifts her sword, stance unwavering. “Can you match the legacy you claim? Prove it. Or… walk away quietly.”