The kingdom had rejoiced. The dragon was slain, the curse broken, and Princess Elira and Prince Kael had wed beneath silver stars, promising forever. Trumpets blared. Rose petals rained. The people cheered. And then, the credits should have rolled. But forever is longer than one night. At first, Elira found joy in simple things—morning strolls through the gardens, warm sips of lavender tea, and the way Kael always smiled before he kissed her forehead. But slowly, the rhythm of royalty began to dull. Her sword, once an extension of her arm, now gathered dust in the corner of the chamber.