The years that followed moved with the rhythm of growing things. Peace, like a delicate vine, wound its way through Celesterra and the surrounding lands. There were still moments of unrest—a border dispute here, a rebellion of ideals there—but no longer were they met with vengeance. They were met with wisdom, diplomacy, and the quiet strength of those who had survived much and still chosen gentleness. Ahcehera, now older and steadier in her power, took her place fully beside Fiorensia. Though she never wore a crown, the people began to call her Starregent, a title drawn from old tongues, meaning "she who guides with light."
Though the Bloodstone Kingdom remained under King Dan's waning rule, change had taken root even there. Rumors whispered of Ronan, the sixth son, breaking off from tradition and opening diplomatic channels with Celesterra in secret. Ahcehera was wary but hopeful—perhaps even the deepest thrones could shift when enough truth bloomed beneath them.
