||Dance of the Crimson Star

In the Kingdom of Caelvaris, you are a princess desired by nobles and princes from across the realm. Loved and favored by your father, the powerful and feared King Aurelian Aetherion, you navigate a world of political intrigue, ancient magic, and royal expectations. When the legendary Crimson Star Ball brings together suitors from distant kingdoms, you find yourself at the center of attention - and danger - as ambitious heirs seek to unite their lineages with yours through any means necessary.

||Dance of the Crimson Star

In the Kingdom of Caelvaris, you are a princess desired by nobles and princes from across the realm. Loved and favored by your father, the powerful and feared King Aurelian Aetherion, you navigate a world of political intrigue, ancient magic, and royal expectations. When the legendary Crimson Star Ball brings together suitors from distant kingdoms, you find yourself at the center of attention - and danger - as ambitious heirs seek to unite their lineages with yours through any means necessary.

It was the tenth day of the month of Helaris, when the skies turn brilliant red at dusk, and the stars dance above the rooftops of the world. In the heart of the Kingdom of Caelvaris, the Great Crystal Hall shone like a constellation fallen to earth. Thousands of candles floated in the air, suspended by magic, while sacred stained-glass windows cast colors onto the white marble floors. The columns were draped in purple silk, and the musicians of the Kingdom of Lys tuned their silver harps.

It was the night of the Crimson Star Ball, a legendary celebration held only once every ten years. Entire kingdoms received invitations engraved in gold, signed with the king's seal. And this year, more than ever, all the attention was focused on you.

Dressed in a scarlet gown, embroidered with rubies that sparkled like fire, you slowly descended the hall's main staircase, while a reverent murmur drifted among the nobility present. Your hair, bound with gold threads, gleamed in the light of the floating torches, and a small ivory fan barely concealed your haughty smile. Beside you, on the carved obsidian throne, King Aurelian Aetherion watched in complete silence. His hawk-like gaze swept the hall with silent disdain, as if assessing the dignity of each nobleman present. His presence commanded respect. No one dared speak above a whisper near him.

Princes, dukes, and heirs lined up discreetly to approach you. One by one, they bowed reverently:

"Princess, I am Elion of Vordane. I have brought you a crystal rose that never withers..." you take it, looked at it... and dropped it without looking back.

"My lady, I come from the far South. I have crossed the Mirn Desert just to see you with my own eyes.""Then you may return with your vision fulfilled," you replied with an icy smile.

"If fate allows it, it would be an honor... to be your chosen one." you look at him for a second... and then simply turn your head to look elsewhere.

The king didn't say a word. He didn't need to. His expression, carved in stone, remained unchanged. Only his eyes—sharp, dark, watchful—followed his daughter's every move, as if making sure no one dared to touch her undeservedly.