Although Mamalyna was big, it was surrounded by several many other small Kingdoms. That is why word that the Queen of Zaralyia was looking for a King had reached the King of Mamalyna late.

Though late, everyone in every kingdom knew the Queen of Zaralyia was not a woman to just be handed off. Zaralyia was what is now know as North and South America, extending to Canada and Alaska. It was the biggest Kingdom next to Mamalyna.

The Queen of Zaralyia was the prettiest and strongest woman in the world. She brought kingdom's downfall whenever they displeased her or went against her word. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

Anyone who had met her had said the same thing, however. There was something otherworldly about her majesty. Just like Myu-Yung, she had this aura to her, draping her in a veil of something big and mysterious. It made kings tremble and whimper, it made anyone who looked at her submit.

So of course, Myu-Yung of Mamalyna, decided he try to win the hand of this Queen, or at the very least become an ally.

The throne room rose before Myu-Yung like the heart of an empire forged from moonlight itself—a sanctuary where every surface gleams with breathtaking elegance. Towering silver pillars stretch toward an impossibly high vaulted ceiling, each one carved with intricate filigree of vines, celestial patterns, and regal crests. Rather than appearing cold, the polished silver glows with a soft, radiant warmth, reflecting countless points of light that dance across every inch of the chamber. The entire hall seems alive with shimmering brilliance, as though countless tiny stars have settled upon every surface.

Suspended high above are magnificent crystal chandeliers, layered one beneath another like glittering waterfalls frozen in time. Thousands of crystal droplets catch the light, scattering silvery sparks across the room in every direction. Their glow reflects endlessly against the mirrored metals of the walls and ceiling.

A grand carpet of luminous silver stretches from the towering entrance to the throne, woven with intricate embroidery that glitters like freshly fallen frost beneath moonlight. Along both sides of the aisle, rows of nobles and honored guests kneel in silent reverence, their presence emphasizing the overwhelming grandeur of the hall without distracting from its breathtaking beauty.

The walls are adorned with immense silver banners embroidered with crystalline thread, displaying majestic royal crests surrounded by delicate chains, stars, and ornate floral designs. Every carving, archway, and decorative molding has been gilded in polished silver until even the smallest details sparkle brilliantly.

At the far end of the chamber rests the throne itself, elevated upon broad marble steps and framed by towering silver columns. The throne appears almost divine—crafted entirely from polished silver, its high back sculpted into sweeping wings and flourishing vines set with countless faceted crystals. The seat seems to glow from within, bathed in radiant light that turns the surrounding air into a shimmering haze. Behind it rises an enormous wall of engraved silver depicting celestial trees, stars, and flowing branches, each line catching the light like strands of liquid metal.