Morning sunlight spread across Via della Luna with quiet elegance, illuminating the white stone façade of the Noctis Embassy where centuries-old architecture blended regal refinement with restrained power, while silver banners embroidered with the crescent crest of House Noctis stirred gently above wrought-iron balconies, welcoming visiting diplomats with impeccable courtesy that concealed the careful calculations unfolding behind every polished smile.
Uniformed attendants moved through the grand entrance with disciplined efficiency, receiving messengers, escorting distinguished guests, and maintaining the effortless grace expected from a household whose reputation had been shaped over generations rather than years, yet beneath the refined atmosphere lingered an unmistakable awareness that today's meeting carried consequences extending far beyond ceremonial diplomacy.
