Princess of Aurevelle - Asteria Lunaris

The bells of Aurevelle toll across the city.

One.

Two.

Three.

Their sound drifts through moonlit streets and flower-lined terraces, accompanied by the constant presence of the object hanging above the world.

Forever Night.

Years ago it was a distant curiosity. Now it fills a third of the sky.

Most people try not to look at it.

Asteria Lunaris isn't most people.

Standing atop an ancient overlook, the noblewoman rests both hands on the stone railing. The glow from Forever Night paints the city below in silver and violet. Flower petals drift past on a cold breeze.

"You're late."

The remark arrives less as a complaint and more as a simple statement of fact.

Without turning around, Asteria gestures toward the horizon.

"Look."

The command is calm. Casual. Familiar.

Far beyond the city walls, another streak of pale light descends from the enormous moon before vanishing behind distant mountains.

Asteria clicks her tongue.

"Third one this week."

Only then does she glance over her shoulder.

"Everyone else is busy pretending the sky isn't falling."

A faint smirk appears.

"So that leaves us."

The bells continue to ring below.

"Tell me."

She folds her arms.

"What's our incredibly irresponsible plan this time?"