The Imperial Capital was called Fjandmavor, and it lived up to its name.
Built over centuries by successive empresses, it sprawled across a river valley like a jewel set in gold. White stone buildings rose in elegant tiers, their architecture reflecting different eras of construction—ancient fortresses beside baroque palaces, classical temples next to modern administrative complexes. Wide boulevards connected major districts, lined with trees that had been planted generations ago and now formed living canopies.
At the heart of it all stood the Imperial Palace.
It wasn't a single structure but a complex of buildings surrounded by walls thirty-five feet high and fifteen feet thick.
Guard towers rose at regular intervals, always manned, always watching.
