Unity Forged in Ashes

The aftermath of war required restoration, both physically and socially. Portions of the once-grand Imperial Palace lay in ruins, blackened by flames and destruction. Among them was a wing that had been deliberately set alight by Ilyrana herself.

Walking through the charred remains, Ilyrana surveyed the damage with a heavy heart. Though the act had been done in the name of survival and strategy, it was still her hand that had reduced part of her home to rubble. She took full responsibility for the destruction without hesitation, standing before King Vesryn with her head bowed.

"It was my decision," she said, her voice steady despite the weight of her admission. "I ordered it. I carried it out. Whatever punishment you see fit, I will accept."

King Vesryn studied his daughter for a long moment, his face a mask of contemplation. But then, with a weary sigh, he stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.