DEMIEN POV
The night was alive with the sound of celebration. The halls of my chamber echoed with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. Outside, my people danced beneath the starlit sky, their faces lit with the joy of a victory they had scarcely dared to hope for. Flames from the torches danced in the night breeze, casting a warm glow over the festivities. Derek and his team, heroes of the hour, were seated at the long table in the great hall, their plates piled high with the finest foods my kitchen could offer. Roasted meats, fresh fruits, and sweet pastries were served in abundance, and the finest wines flowed freely. Every corner of the chamber was filled with merriment, the air thick with the scent of celebration.
As I moved through the crowd, my heart swelled with gratitude
