Prelude: The Three Thrones of the Violet Kingdom
They say the stars remember what the world forgets.
In the far reaches of the Luminous Belt — beyond the veils of mortal sight — there lies a realm bathed in eternal violet dusk. Neither night nor day reigns there, for time itself kneels before the will of its Queens. This is the Violet Kingdom, cradle of dream and ruin, where the breath of gods still lingers upon the wind.
Long ago, when silence first learned to speak, the Kingdom was whole — one throne, one heart. But as power deepened, so did the shadows within it. The Throne fractured into three, each piece finding a new sovereign: one to command the mind, one to guard the soul, and one to bear the heart.
Thus rose the Three Queens.
Alfirk, the Crown of Clarity — sculpted in wisdom and war, her word a blade that could cut through deceit and destiny alike.
Errai, the Keeper of Echoes — born of starlight and sorrow, her gaze pierces both the past and what has yet to be.
And Segin, the Blooming Flame — fierce in mercy, terrible in love, her spirit burns brighter than the heavens she governs.
Together they hold the Kingdom in balance. Apart, they are the storm that unravels it.
For when one Throne trembles, all creation feels its quake.
And so the story begins — not in peace, nor in chaos,
but in the trembling breath between both.