The Agro Resort & Spa had never been this quiet. Not silent—never silent—but hushed, like the land itself knew better than to interrupt what was about to happen.
Soft steam drifted through the open corridors, scented candles lining the walls in careful symmetry. Warm light from mana lamps shimmered against polished stone, reflecting off pools infused with gentle, flowing energy. The air smelled of lavender, citrus blossom, and something faintly earthy—an elven blend designed to calm the spirit before it even touched the body.
Inside the grand spa hall, royalty reclined.
King Vael sat first, robes loosened, crown placed respectfully on a cushioned stand beside him. For once, the weight of a kingdom was not pressing his shoulders into a permanent hunch.
