Queen Iridescence stepped into the empty ballroom and imagined it filled with nobles. She wanted a throne room where lords and ladies would bow low, competing for even a glance from her. Her fingers traced the air where a golden throne would sit. In Zodiacyn, power meant having others seek your favor, and she would make that dream real. The morning light caught the crystal chandelier above. Glass windows lined the walls, ready to showcase her elegance. This Royal Crystal Ballroom would become her stage. She pictured velvet curtains, marble columns, and herself seated high above everyone else. The nobles would come, and they would beg for her attention. Outside, an amethyst carriage pulled up to the entrance. Three obsidian horses stamped their hooves, their crystal manes catching the sun. Gold accents gleamed on the dark surface. The vehicle would carry important visitors to her door. Each arrival would be an event, a spectacle that announced someone desperate for her approval. She walked to the far wall where a purple-framed screen hung. Names scrolled across the display—lords from distant kingdoms, merchants with gifts, scholars seeking patronage. The Royal Crystal Enrollment Screen would track every request, every plea. Queen Iridescence smiled. Her dream was taking shape. Soon, this room would overflow with those who wanted her favor, and she would decide who deserved it.