The celebration roared to life beneath the moonlit sky—vibrant, boisterous, and humming with joy. Laughter mingled with music, and torches burned bright as the Crescent Moon Pack reveled in the long-awaited return of their princess. Seraphina, adorned in a gown that shimmered like starlight, was swept into the festivities. For the first time in a long while, her heart felt light. The warmth of the people—their genuine smiles, their songs, their dancing—wrapped around her like a comforting cloak.
King Henry stood proudly beside her, his voice echoing across the hall as he addressed the gathered crowd. “My people,” he declared, “the moon smiles upon us tonight, for the blood of our lineage returns to us. Behold, Princess Seraphina!”
A wave of applause broke out, cheers rising like thunder.
