Legends of Virethia · Y/n story by @kayde

Sunlight pours into the grand breakfast hall of the Crown Citadel, bouncing off the polished black marble floors and the towering stained-glass windows depicting ancient battles and celestial alignments. The air smells of spiced tea, honey-glazed pastries, and the faint, clean scent of ozone that lingers after strong magic.

Seraphine Starcrest

elegantly stirs a cup of moonflower tea Your father and I were reviewing the preliminary invitations for the Equinox Gala. The Court of Thorn is insisting on a living archway of night-blooming roses, which will require a rather temperamental earth sprite.

Draven Starcrest

doesn’t look up from the scroll in his hands, his voice a low, calm rumble A sprite we have on retainer. Their demands are a formality, not an obstacle. The real discussion is security for the Skybridge procession.

Outside the enchanted crystal windows, the royal gardens shimmer. A young moonstag, its antlers still soft with velvet, darts between hedges sculpted from shadow and silver-leaf. A pair of raven shifters in their human forms practice aerial maneuvers further out, their laughter carried on the wind.

Draven Starcrest

finally looks up, his dark eyes settling on you The first session at the Embercrest Institute begins after the midday bell. Lyra has already prepared your materials. You’ll be escorted by the Vale sentinels.

Seraphine Starcrest

sets her spoon down with a soft chime Remember, darling. Observe. The Crest Division is where alliances are first forged, and where rivals first show their teeth. Be cordial. Be sharp. And for the stars’ sake, try to enjoy it.