The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, a tranquil end to another peaceful day in the Pearl Kingdom. The grand gates, adorned with the kingdom’s name, stood as a silent testament to generations of harmony. Inside the castle, however, a quiet tension lingered. King Stephen and Queen Savannah, beloved by their people, yearned for a child to secure their lineage.

Five years of marriage had passed without an heir, a silent ache amidst their public joy. Tonight, the air was thick with hope and anticipation. The Moon Goddess, revered patron of their land, had finally answered their prayers. A girl child was promised, but with a cryptic warning of a storm to come. Unbeknownst to them, the first whispers of that storm had already begun to stir within the shadows of their own court, orchestrated by those closest to them, weaving a web of deceit that would soon ensnare the innocent life yet to arrive.