Thracia did not greet newcomers with walls.
It greeted them with people.
The road narrowed as it approached the first true city of the United Kingdom—white stone rising from green hills, banners snapping in a cool wind that carried the scent of rain instead of dust.
Nana felt it immediately, the shift from the harsh indifference of Antiochia and the Ancient State to something denser, more lived-in.
This land had been preparing for war for a long time.
The city was called Kalyndra, a border hub where the old Thracian Kingdom and its former neighbor—Valecor—had once pressed against one another like clenched fists.
Now they stood unified beneath a single crown, their banners intertwined: a silver gryphon and a black sun stitched together along the same field of blue.
United Kingdom.
That name wasnt just one thrown about by a King bragging about conquering his neighbors through conquest, but rather to exemplify the unification of the two former rivals into one cohesive kingdom.
