In a majestic land, golden roads stretched beneath soaring towers that pierced the skies. Lush fields bloomed with life, and among them walked radiant people with gleaming wings, their laughter carrying through the kingdom like music. At its center stood a grand castle—and before it, a familiar face.
"What are you doing standing idly like that?," A voice rang, "The ceremony is about to begin."
Laura's head turned to the source of the soft voice and a smile blossomed on her face.
"Hello, Aunty Mirelda, how are you doing?"
A soft chuckle left Mirelda's lips as she approached, her silver hair fluttering effortlessly. "I should be asking you that. You've barely spoken a word since returning from your guardian duties, and you barely watch the Star Stream either."
Laura's expression faltered for a moment before she replied, "I've just been tired. With the Crivornian attacks increasing and preparations for the royal selection tournament, I haven't had time for myself."
