King Xerxez of Thallerion stood upon the palace's jutting balcony, his gaze sweeping over the distant districts. He was a king whose reign was a quiet, deliberate cultivation of peace, a stark contrast to the thundering wars that had once scarred the land. He watched the kingdom's slow, resilient climb from the ashes, a progress he had earned with the heavy cloak of leadership. The palace's grand, paved thoroughfares, once trod by the restless feet of warriors, now bore the calm footsteps of citizens moving with purpose. He saw them flow like a peaceful river from the vibrant Bellatrix plaza toward the bustling Betelgeuse District.