Operation: Wake Sleeping Prince.
Golden light from dawn had started pouring across the Moonspire capital city, spreading a gentle, ethereal light across its rooftops. Already bustling with activity were its streets—venders arranging their stalls, nobles who rode in gilded carriages shining in the morning light, and silk banners spreading from balconies with each breeze. Palace soldiers marched in sharp formation, their armor glinting with each step. There was a hushed anticipation in the air, steady and building, as the kingdom looked forward to the princess's ceremonial function that night—an event that promised magnificence, and all seemed to sense it approaching.
