The Imperial Palace of Valemir stood as the crowning achievement of the Solarian Empire's architectural mastery. Its massive white spires, visible from every district of the capital, gleamed in the morning sun like beacons of divine authority. But it was the Throne Chamber that truly captured the empire's obsession with celestial symbolism—a soaring cathedral of gold and stone where divinity and mortality intertwined.
Minister Salomonis va Ferrum of Lysora County paused at the entrance to the grand chamber, his auburn hair and elegant robes setting him apart from the armored warriors at his side. Arcane symbols shimmered subtly across his formal attire, magical equations woven into the very fabric—a statement of his position as much as his power. He adjusted the ornate belt of keys and artifacts hanging at his waist, a master of the arcane well aware of the political battlefield he was about to enter.
