The Wolfless Luna
Beyond them, life bustled: children laughed and ran barefoot across cobblestones, warriors trained in courtyards, and market stalls brimmed with goods under arched rooftops.
Seraphina turned slowly, trying to take it all in. It was beautiful… and overwhelming.
“It’s like stepping into a different world,” she said quietly. “One that doesn’t want to be found.”
“Welcome to Arcadia,” Nicolas said, offering his hand. “Where nothing is ordinary.”
They entered the courtyard, and sentinels dressed in black lined up in formation.
A bard stepped forward and called out loudly, “All hail His Grace, Prince Nicolas Xhovani, seventh prince of Arcadia!”