The castle grounds shimmered with enchantment.
Twilight spread like velvet across the sky, dyed in deep indigos and dusky violets, a soft hush settling over the land as if the world itself had exhaled in peace. Floating lanterns drifted overhead in slow, elegant spirals, each aglow with the rune-marked light of a different kingdom. Some pulsed like heartbeats, others shimmered like falling stars, creating a canopy of quiet celebration above.
This was no ordinary feast.
It was a promise carved from centuries of war and sorrow—a pact spoken in music and firelight, in laughter and the breaking of bread.
The feast of unity.
Tables stretched across the castle gardens, spilling into arched courtyards and the echoing grandeur of the great hall. Golden cloth shimmered beneath crystal goblets
