That night....
The grand imperial castle shimmered with radiance, its ballroom abuzz with mages and dragons dazzling in their finest attire, their joy and laughter filling the air.
The melody of classical music wafted through the hall, as couples twirled across the dance floor.
Cyrus stood on the balcony, a warm smile spreading across his face as he watched his parents, Silas and Aurora, dance together, their faces aglow with happiness.
River and Katherine were also in attendance, the latter having likely teleported him to the castle.
Meanwhile, Ashton and Stefan moved in perfect harmony on the dance floor, as did Florin and Roselle, their movements graceful and effortless.
The atmosphere was alive with magic and merriment, a night to remember.
"Your Majesty," Arthur called out from behind, his voice accompanied by a bow.
Cyrus turned to face him, his brow raised in inquiry. "Is Sage here?"
