"The baby is coming!"

The night was painted in gold and silver, the Pendragon palace basking under the glow of a thousand lanterns, their flickering light dancing like fallen stars caught in the wind. Laughter echoed through the halls, mingling with the soft hum of music and the distant chime of goblets meeting in joyful toasts. Tonight was a night of celebration, not of war or victory, but of something far greater. Love. Hope. And bonding.

This day had been held up for far too long after the family had finally gotten back their once peaceful life. It was the wedding banquet of Princess Thalia and Lord Zane Edgar. The hall was filled with guests and family members who laughed together at the tables.