As the Aurelian Empire got ready for Prince Zyldarius's twelfth birthday, there was a lot of excitement and expectation. The air was thick with the smell of fresh flowers and the sound of craftsmen and decorators working hard to make the house look beautiful. There were banners and flags flying in the air, bright decorations were all over the streets, and everyone in the kingdom seemed to be feeling very happy.
In every corner of the empire, from the noble estates to the common streets, people of all ranks shared in the preparations. Nobles discussed their lavish gifts and attire, while commoners planned to line the streets, eager to catch a glimpse of the festivities and the beloved prince. Invitations had been sent far and wide, and kingdoms across the lands were preparing to join in th
