
The grand hall of the palace shimmered with an ethereal glow as the world of Kashir prepared for the grandest of celebrations. The air was thick with the scent of blooming lunar flowers, their petals reflecting the celestial hues of distant stars. Tonight, the entire kingdom would gather in homage to the Princess Anavi Rose Vandala, heir to the throne of Kashir, on the occasion of her eighteenth birthday. For generations, the royal family had celebrated such milestones with great fanfare, but this event promised to be unlike any before it.
King Tor-Mak Varran and his wife, Queen Miri Vandala, had spared no expense in orchestrating the evening. Invitations had been sent far and wide, extending not only to close friends and royal dignitaries, but to the most prestigious members of high society throughout the galaxy. The hall was filled with the finest delicacies, exotic performers, and breathtaking decorations that made the palace seem like a dream woven into reality. But as the festivities began to swell, there was an undercurrent of tension—an unspoken secret that only King Tor-Mak carried in the depths of his heart.
In Kashir, it was a long-standing tradition that upon his children's coming of age, the king would select a successor from among his offspring. In this culture the king took many wives and had several offspring among them. Only one would be destined to rule the kingdom after the kings passing. Though this law was a standard for generations, it carried with it an undeniable gravity. The event tonight shared that same gravity because Anavi was the youngest of the kings children, meaning tonight the entire kingdom was waiting to hear word of who their new ruler would be as the last of the kings offspring came of age. King Tor-Mak had other plants however.
The King had mind to make a very different type of announcement, one concerning the age-old decree granting the king the authority to arrange the marriages of his daughters. This was an ancient tradition on Kashir and an authority that had not been exercised in centuries, though it was often joked about. Tonight, however, whispers of this ancient practice would take on new meaning. The king had chosen to marry off his beloved daughter, Anavi, to another. But the decision was to remain a secret, one that Tor-Mak intended to reveal only at the height of the celebration, when all eyes would be on the birthday princess.
As Anavi prepared for her momentous evening, little did she know that the joy of her milestone birthday would soon be overshadowed by a dramatic turn of fate—one that would shape the future of Kashir, the kingdom she was born to rule, and her own heart.

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