Political Factions Emerge

The same night after the blood feast, the great hall of Solaria buzzed with tension as nobles from every corner of the kingdom gathered for an emergency council. The light bulbs streamed on stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the assembled lords and ladies, each dressed in their finest to display their house allegiances.

At the center of the hall, a circular table had been erected, its polished surface inlaid with a map of both Solaria and the Shadow Lands. Princess Elara sat at the head, her face a mask of calm despite the turmoil in her heart. The mysterious pendant still hung around her neck, hidden from view but pulsing with a warmth that seemed to give her strength.