Years had passed since the war ended. The kingdom, once scarred by conflict and turmoil, now thrived under the leadership of Celestia and Adrian. The war had been brutal, but through their determination, sacrifice, and unity, peace had finally been achieved. The echoes of battle were now a distant memory, replaced by the hum of prosperity and the laughter of children playing in the streets.
It had been three years since the final battle at the western border, and Celestia stood at the balcony of the palace, gazing out at the kingdom below. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue over the city as it settled into the calm of evening. She let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of everything she had accomplished settle into the quiet peace of the moment.
