The Iron-Wood Manor had hosted its fair share of grand, continent-shifting events, but the celebration marking the arrival of Princess Tyara completely shattered every previous record.
When the triplets were born, the Beastworld wasn't as advanced as now. But now, the continent was stable, thriving, and fiercely loyal to the Matriarch who had saved their world.
Every single predatory tribe, from the deepest, frost-bitten northern peaks to the sun-drenched eastern plains, answered the royal summons.
The sprawling front courtyard and the massive great hall were overflowing with a vibrant, chaotic sea of shifting beasts, foreign dignitaries, and hardened warlords.
The sky above the Manor was painted with the massive, leathery wings of dragon emissaries, while the ground literally vibrated under the paws of hundreds of visiting wolf, tiger, and bear clans.
The sheer scale of the assembly dwarfed the triplets' naming ceremony by a monumental margin.
