Morning light slowly swept across Nocture, touching every corner of the city with gentle warmth. A fine dew on the leaves shimmered like tiny crystals falling in the breeze, bringing a sense of peace that gradually pushed away the remnants of the night's mist. In the grand castle at the heart of the city, tall windows began to open, letting sunlight pour in and greet rooms that had spent the night in silence.
In the spacious royal bedroom, Sofia slowly opened her eyes. She stared at the tall ceiling carved in intricate patterns, adorned with black roses, the emblem of Nocture. The air was laced with the faint scent of lavender and cedarwood, bringing comfort, though tinged with a subtle loneliness.
She let out a breath and rose from bed. Her feet touched the cold marble floor, refreshing her senses and sharpening her thoughts. She slipped into a simple white dress and then reached for her white-and-gold mantle that had been laid out on the chair near the mirror.
