Artemis, the capital planet of the Noel Empire, was still as beautiful as a dream.
Silver-white cities spread across the planet's surface. Towering spires reflected starlight, and aircraft flowed endlessly through the air lanes in perfect order. When the escort ship passed through the atmosphere and landed on the palace's exclusive landing pad, Elena felt like she was in another world.
The hatch opened, the gangway lowered.
The landing pad was already filled with people waiting to greet them. At the front stood a woman in a silver-white court gown. She had a beautiful but stern face, silver hair twisted into an elaborate bun, and wore a delicate crown set with moonstones.
The Empress, Sophina Moore.
Beside her stood a young man. He also had silver hair, but shorter and sha
