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The ancient scrolls crackled like autumn leaves as Princess Seraphina carefully unfurled them in the candlelit tower of the royal library. The parchment, yellowed with age and brittle from centuries of careful preservation, held secrets that had been whispered about in hushed tones throughout the kingdom of Aethermoor for generations. Tonight, on the eve of her twenty-first birthday, she would finally learn the truth that had been hidden from her since birth.

"The blood of dragons flows through royal veins," she read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper in the stillness of the chamber. "When the heir of Aethermoor comes of age, the ancient prophecy shall awaken, and with it, a love that will either unite the realms or destroy them all."

Seraphina's hands trembled as she continued reading, her emerald eyes scanning the elegant script that seemed to shimmer in the flickering candlelight. The prophecy spoke of a princess born under the constellation of the Phoenix, destined to rule not just Aethermoor, but three neighboring kingdoms as well. But the price of such power was steep, for she would only achieve her destiny through a bond forged in both love and sacrifice with a prince whose heart had been touched by shadow.

A soft knock at the chamber door interrupted her concentration, and she quickly rolled up the scrolls, her heart racing. "Enter," she called, trying to steady her voice.

Her lady-in-waiting, Cordelia, stepped into the room with a worried expression. "Your Highness, your father requests your immediate presence in the throne room. There are visitors from the Northern Kingdom of Vaelthorne."

Seraphina's breath caught. Vaelthorne was known for its fierce warriors and mysterious magic, a land shrouded in perpetual mist where few outsiders dared to venture. What could bring representatives from such a distant realm to Aethermoor on this particular night?