from across the kingdom, and servants scurried about, pouring wine into goblets. Outside, the castle bells tolled, their resonant chimes echoing across the capital. It was a

your loyalty and support." The applause grew louder, but Seraphina couldn't bring herself to join in. Her hands tightened into fists, her nails biting into her palms. The walls of the grand hall felt as though they were closing in, the crowd's cheers ringing in her ears like a taunt. The celebration continued late into the night, but Seraphina slipped away as soon as she could, retreating to the palace gardens. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the carefully manicured hedges and flower beds. She sat beneath the old oak tree that had always been her sanctuary, drawing her knees to her chest as tears stung her eyes. She wasn't supposed to feel this way. She was the crown princess, the heir to the throne. But now, with the announcement of the queen's pregnancy, she felt as though her place in her father's heart-and the kingdom-was slipping away. The sound of voices pulled her from her thoughts. She recognized her father's deep tones and the queen's lilting voice. They were standing on the terrace overlooking the gardens, their figures illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns. "She needs to be prepared, Aldric," Elara was saying, her tone firm but not unkind. "Seraphina has been sheltered here for too long. If she is to rule one day, she must learn how to lead. Sending her away to study would benefit her and the kingdom." The king's response was immediate, his voice sharp with resolve. "I will not send her away. She is my daughter, my heir. Her place is here." Elara stepped closer to him, her hand brushing against his arm. "I understand your attachment, my love. But think of the future. She needs guidance, training, experiences she cannot gain within these walls. This is not about taking her away from you-it's about preparing her for the weight of the crown." The king sighed heavily, the weight of his res