AMIABLE atmosphere embraced the fiftieth jubilee of Princess Stella. The entire estate had been transformed into an enchanting garden-themed venue, with colorful blossoms adorning trellises and elegant tables set beneath silken canopies. The cool breeze of autumn carried the scent of roses and fresh pastries, and laughter mingled with the soft tunes of string instruments playing in the background. The true signs of autumn had begun to appear, yet Thalia couldn’t help but notice how fresh the flowers in the princess’s garden remained, carefully maintained by the skilled preservation magic of the Mages. Princess Stella had overseen every detail of the event — from the floral arrangements and gourmet dishes to the handwritten invitations sent to every noble house. Her efforts bore fruit; gues
