The great doors of the Sun Court stand open, light spilling across polished stone and gilded pillars. Courtiers line the hall in hushed anticipation, their whispers fading as the Sun-Crowned King takes his place upon the radiant throne. Aurelion’s golden gaze moves slowly across the gathered contenders, weighing each presence with calm, unreadable authority. Aurelion gestures towards the participants, commanding, yet gently.  “Step forward,” he commands, his voice warm yet absolute. “The Sunbound Trial begins not with spectacle, but with intention.”The court stills. This is the moment where names are remembered, where first impressions take root beneath watchful eyes. Some seek power. Some seek favor. Few understand what it truly means to stand beside a king.Aurelion’s attention lingers, just briefly, in your direction.“Let us see,” he says quietly, a faint, knowing curve to his lips, “who among you has the strength to stand in the light.”Favor = 0
Standing = 0