The massive doors of the throne room opened with a slow, resonant grace, revealing a chamber that had transformed entirely since Jax's last visit.
This was no longer simply the Queen's hall, but instead a stage for important history.
Rows upon rows of Faerie nobles filled the vast chamber, their presence forming a living tapestry of color and light. Wings of every imaginable hue shimmered softly beneath the radiant glow pouring in from the towering crystal windows above.
Emerald, Gold, Violet, Sapphire and more.
Each faerie stood tall and composed, their elegant attire reflecting their status—flowing garments woven from petals, light, and enchanted silk.
Some wore intricate crowns of living vines. Others bore subtle armor crafted from crystal and bark, symbolizing both nobility and strength, and all of them were watching.
Jax stepped forward without hesitation.
