Three months later...

Blackthorn Kingdom had come back to life.

The castle walls had been rebuilt, the villages destroyed during the war were thriving again, and laughter once more filled the streets.

For the first time in generations, there was peace.

King Lucien Draven stood on the palace balcony, watching the sunrise over the mountains.

Footsteps approached behind him.

"You've been out here since dawn."

Lucien smiled without turning around.

"I couldn't sleep."

Seraphina wrapped a warm cloak around his shoulders before standing beside him.

The Moon Crown no longer floated above her head. It rested safely inside the royal treasury, appearing only when the kingdom was in danger.

"You...