The halls of the Zephyros palace were alive with activity. Servants bustled about, their arms laden with vibrant silks, fragrant floral arrangements, and trays of polished silverware. Every corner seemed to hum with anticipation, a collective energy that spoke of an event of great significance.
The throne room was being transformed for the dual celebrations: Prince Kaelix's crowning as King of Zephyros and the naming ceremony of his newborn daughter, musicians rehearsed melodies that would fill the air with majesty and joy.
But within the serenity of the baby's chambers, the world felt quieter, softer. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the sun filtering through tall, arched windows draped with lilac curtains.
The walls were adorned with delicate murals of starry skies. A crib carved from ivory wood stood near the center, cushioned with the softest fabrics, while shelves lined with tiny trinkets and toys hinted at the little life that now filled the space.
