The sun rose peacefully over the Kingdom of Aurelia.
For a few blissful seconds, birds chirped their merry tunes. Flowers opened their dewy petals toward the heavens. Bees buzzed with purpose. The castle kitchens bustled with breakfast preparations—fluffy scones, elderflower syrup, roasted ham slices, and at least one flaming pan someone forgot to extinguish.
The castle staff moved with the casual anxiety of people who lived under the same roof as five ticking love bombs.
In the throne room, nobles whispered politics. In the garden, gardeners avoided the eastern wing ever since the dragon girl turned a hedge maze into a lava training circuit. In the royal library, scholars tried to decode the seventh love poem titled "Why His Elbow Is Proof We Are Destined."
Everything, bizarrely, was normal.
Until—
BOOM.
The massive front gates of the royal palace didn't creak open.They were kicked open.
Simultaneously by five different women.