A month passed.
Life bloomed in Stoneheart City. Travelers and merchants sprang up like weeds after a spring rain, coming and going in endless waves. Carried on these currents, beautifully crafted invitations made their way to the great factions of the land.
The Human Kingdom, Soaring Bird City.
Leveraging her connections to both the human kingdom and the Stoneheart Horde, Princess Ava had made a fortune in the rebuilding of her city. But the peace of her palace was shattered by the arrival of a single invitation.
Out in the training grounds, Kronos glanced toward his mother's chambers for the tenth time that morning. Something was very wrong with her today.
He wondered if there was a problem with the quality, or if the craftsmen were messing up again and catching hell for it.
He couldn't understand why things in his mother's bedroom kept breaking. In the space of a single morning, she had gone through three mirrors, two vanities, and four sets of tables and chairs.
