with a determined efficiency to prepare for the union of their Prince and the Weaver-Sage. Tradition, usually a rigid framework, bent and reshape

sealing of a new era for the kingdom. It would take place in the Grand Sky-Hall, the vast chamber beneath the

ued with subtle strands of gold and silver she had personally spun, shimmering with the Loom's reawakened energy. The design incorporated elements of both Oakhaven's earthy elegance and Aethelgard's celestial grandeur – a deep forest green, reminiscent of her home, adorned with intricate patterns that

tinuous, joyous anthem. The Grand Sky-Hall was bathed in a light that seemed to emanate directly from the revitalized ley lines etched into its floor, now pulsing with a st

n his brow. Blackfang, sleek and powerful, with scales that shimmered like polished obsidian, waited patiently bes

ould truly hear. Her gown shimmered, her woven threads catching the ambient magic of the hall, making her seem to float in a soft, ethereal glow. Her gaze met Kaelen's, and in his storm-grey eyes, she saw not just the Prince, bu

der of the Sky-Watch, his voice booming, recounted the tale of the blight and the miracle of the Loom's restoration, crediting Elara

helgard, take you as my beloved wife, my partner, and my Queen. I vow to cherish you, to honor your wisdom, and to walk beside you always, in shadow and in light, for the pr

to quiet the entire hall. "I, Elara, Weaver-Sage of Aethelgard, take you as my beloved husband, my partner, and my King. I vow to weave our lives together with truth and purpose

owing – a tremor ran through the hall. The ley lines on the floor brightened, surging with energy. Blackfang let out

gold, but a delicate, intricate circlet woven from living silver that pulsed with a soft, ethereal light. It was a new design, forged by the kingdom's finest artis

I crown thee, Elara, Queen of Aethelgard, and her eternal

cheers from the people inside were deafening, a wave of jubilation that washed over Elara,

eat of blight, found his energy renewed, his leadership sharper and more visionary. He spent hours with

yal map, could perceive the "fading threads" of the subterranean water veins. She guided Kaelen's earth-mages to the precise locations for new wells, and within weeks, the thirsty lands drank deeply again. When a dispute arose between two powerful noble houses over mining rights,

e problem, Elara," he'd marvel, "you see the potential solutions

ning to feel the subtle vibrations of the ley lines through his own burgeoning connection as Dragon King. He discovered that his royal lineage carried a dormant ability, a resonance with the earth's magic that Elara's touch had awakened. He could not w

rivers teemed with life. The Sky-Serpents, now completely restored, served as noble guardians, their flights a majestic sight, their bond with their riders deeper

btle currents of courtly resentment. But Kaelen, guided by Elara's perceptive insights and his own steadfast conviction, handled these challenges with growing skill. He never dismissed legitimate concerns but always redirected the focus back to the undeniable pros

Their chambers, once grand and impersonal, had been transformed by Elara's touch. Her loom, a smaller, more portable version