The next five years passed in peace. After the turmoil of war, this period is welcomed by all. Other kingdoms are now more cautious in their dealings with us, having learned the hard way that underestimating our strength can lead to dire consequences.
During this time, my father makes a significant breakthrough, reaching the initial stage of the four-star level, thanks in part to some pointers I provide him.
In this world, the mainstream highest level typically hovers around the medium to peak stage of three-star for royal families, while other noble families usually see medium to peak two-star levels.
For commoners, reaching the initial stage of the two-star level is a remarkable achievement, often earning them the title of genius.
The most powerful three central kingdoms boast royal family members who are at least at the initial to medium stage of the four-star level.
My father's advancement not only elevates his status but also raises our kingdom's rank in the eyes of others.
Meanwhile, my royal brother has also made progress, now standing at the medium stage of the three-star level.
Four years ago, I revealed my Thunder element magic, a display that has since garnered attention and respect. As a result, I am now recognized as a peak stage three-star level mage.
My father wants to arrange my marriage since the war has ended. But after seeing my potential, ability, intense thirst for knowledge, and disinterest in marriage, he relents.
This year, I, Alexandra, celebrate my 18th birthday. My extraordinary talent in magic continues to spread, attracting the attention of various interested parties who present marriage proposals to my father.
Unfortunately for them, he finds none of them suitable. I often wonder what he will do if he finally encounters a proposal that meets his approval.
In the meantime, I dedicate myself to studying and honing my skills in the arts of war, which remain a closely guarded secret from the outside world.
Another secret, known only to my family and a few trusted individuals, is my face.
I always appear before our army wearing a silver mask, a symbol of mystery and intrigue. To this day, aside from my family members and servants, nobody else has seen my face.
If anyone were to catch a glimpse of it, I have no doubt that my tale of beauty would spread even further than the stories of my magical prowess.
The mask not only conceals my beauty but also adds an air of enigma to my presence, making me a figure of fascination among those who serve our kingdom.
Today, the grand halls of our palace are alive with laughter and music, a celebration of love and unity as my royal brother prepares to embark on a new chapter of his life. Today is his engagement party. I'm so happy for him.
The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of clinking glasses mingles with the soft melodies played by the musicians.
My would-be sister-in-law, Princess Laura Crader of Thornhaven, stands radiant in her elegant gown, her smile lighting up the room. She is a beautiful, slender young lady.
Though their marriage is arranged, I can see the warmth in their glances, a bond beginning to blossom between them.
Princess Laura is very nice. I have high hopes that we will become close friends, sharing secrets and laughter in the days to come.
As the festivities unfold, guests mingle, exchanging pleasantries and toasting to the couple's future. Wearing a veil to conceal my face, I also engage in gossip with Princess Laura's younger sister.
Suddenly, a guard approaches our prime minister, whispering urgently in his ear. The prime minister's brow furrows, and he quickly strides over to my father, who is seated at the head of the table, a look of astonishment crossing his face.
The room falls silent, curiosity rippling through the crowd as my father rises to address us.
"Excuse me, everyone," he begins, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency. "An important guest is coming today unannounced. He is the envoy from the Aetheria Kingdom. I must admit, I do not know the purpose of his visit, but he will arrive shortly. Please, do not let this disrupt our celebration."
A murmur of surprise sweeps through the guests. Aetheria, the most powerful of the three central kingdoms, known for its immense authority and influence, rarely engages with other kingdoms. Their affairs are typically kept within a tight circle, and the sudden appearance of their envoy raises questions and speculation.
What could have prompted such an unexpected visit? My mind races, trying to piece together the possibilities, but I find myself at a loss.
Ten minutes passed, though they felt like an eternity, as anticipation hung thick in the air. Finally, the grand doors of the ballroom swing open, and the Aetherian envoy steps inside.
He is a tall figure, clad in rich, flowing robes that speak of his status. The guests collectively hold their breath as he enters, his expression calm and indifferent, as if he is accustomed to the weight of his presence.
As the guests bow their heads in respect, my father descends from his seat to greet the envoy. The two men exchange formalities, but I can sense the tension in the air.
The envoy's eyes scan the room, taking in the decorations of our palace and the gathering of nobles, but there is a certain detachment in his demeanor, as if he is here on a mission that transcends the festivities.
I watch closely, intrigued by the unfolding scene. The laughter and music of the party seem to fade into the background, replaced by the palpable curiosity and unease that now envelop us.
What message does the envoy bring? What could be so important that it interrupts our joyous occasion? As I ponder these questions, I can't help but feel that this unexpected visit may change the course of our lives in ways we cannot yet imagine.