KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The scent of pine and fresh rainfall greeted us as we approached the gates, a stark contrast to the lingering acrid tang of battle. The royal palace rose before us, its stone walls an emblem of enduring strength. I strode forward, my son Eden at my side, our steps in sync with the soft thrumming of warriors' hearts still echoing victory.

"Welcome home, Luna Queen," a chorus of voices hailed as the ironclad gates creaked open.

Jason stood there, his formidable frame ...