The old throne room had been sealed for decades, but Theron's magic opened the ancient doors like they were made of paper. Dust swirled in the air as we entered, revealing a chamber that took my breath away.

This was where my family had ruled for centuries. Moonspire silver inlaid the walls in intricate patterns that seemed to move in the magical light. The throne itself was carved from a single piece of white stone, embedded with crystals that pulsed with dormant power.

"Your birthright," ...