The aftermath of the coordinated strike left Frostwind bruised but unbroken. Soldiers patrolled the streets, repairing defenses, while villagers returned to their routines under the watchful care of Elara and local officials.
Arin convened the candidates in the palace gardens—a rare moment of respite. The air was fragrant with blooming flowers, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves.
"Elara," Arin said, his voice calm, "your guidance during the strike ensured both efficiency and safety. Your leadership steadies not only troops but the people themselves."
Elara bowed her head slightly, a soft smile on her lips.
"It is my duty, Sixth Prince. But… I admit, seeing you manage the entire front calmly… it inspires confidence in me as well."
Mira, standing beside them, tilted her head, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Observation and preparation have always been my strength. But witnessing your strategy, Sixth Prince… it motivates me beyond reason. I… appreciate working with you closely."
Seren, ever bold, nudged Arin playfully.
"Hey, Sixth Prince, you realize all this praise is making me jealous, right? You keep being impressive, and suddenly everyone's talking about how amazing you are. I won't let you steal the spotlight that easily!"
Elara chuckled quietly, Mira's serene gaze softened, and even Arin allowed a faint, amused smile.
"Your energy is as vital as any tactic, Seren. I would never overshadow it. In fact, your courage inspires me as much as it does the soldiers."
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Candidate Emotional Bonds +15%]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Candidate Loyalty +10%]
For a few quiet moments, they walked together through the gardens. The tension of battle, political schemes, and rival princes' plots faded, replaced by shared trust, laughter, and subtle admiration.
It was these moments—small, fleeting, yet profound—that reminded Arin why Frostwind was more than just an army or a city. It was a family of allies, friends, and soon… perhaps something more.
Even amidst rising tension, the bonds forged in battle and quiet moments became the unseen strength of the dynasty, ready to withstand any storm rival princes might bring.