One Year Later.
The land had borne the weight of the curse for generations, each of the Four Courts trapped in their eternal cycles. The Summerlands scorched by an unrelenting sun, the Winterlands bound in perpetual frost, the Autumnlands withered beneath lifeless trees, and the Springlands suffocated under stagnant blossoms.
But as the seasons had faltered, so had the hearts of the rulers, until now.
In the heart of the Summerlands, beneath the golden canopy of the Summer Palace, Queen Caroline cradled her newborn daughter. The child's first cries echoed through the chambers like a song of hope and the sound of life anew.
King Casimir, standing by her side, felt the weight of the moment in his bones. His black armour trimmed with gold and covered in gold markings, now tarnished with the passage of time and trials, had been discarded, leaving only the man before his wife and child.
