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2. ZHEMIN POV - The Weight of Promises

"Your Majesty. Your Highness. A promise half way kept saves only half of a man's dignity. Remember my words, for eternity."

cit. Scholars Master

[FADE IN]

SOLAR REALM

- IMPERIAL PALACE -

INT. ASSEMBLY HALL

BEFORE THE INCITING INCIDENT

DAY

The Assembly Hall of the Imperial Palace is a breathtaking fusion of grandeur and serenity, where flames flicker through intricately carved wood-patterned screens, casting delicate shadows that dance across the polished white jade floor. High ceilings, adorned with golden dragon motifs, soar above, each scale shimmering in the soft light as if the very essence of the sun has been captured within these sacred walls.

Murals line the walls, depicting celestial battles and legendary heroines, their vivid colors whispering tales of bravery and resilience. The air is rich with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine, wrapping around the characters like a comforting embrace, a reminder of the rituals that have shaped their lives for centuries.

At the end of the immense room, a massive circular dais rises, its surface inlaid with shimmering stones that mimic the harmony of the universe, each twinkle a reflection of hope. Here stands ZHEMIN, the Solar Guardian and Emperor of the Solar Realm, cloaked in robes of deep crimson and gold, embodying not just strength but a nurturing spirit that guides the realm. As the energy of anticipation thrums through the hall, nobles and scholars gather, their murmurs a blend of respect, ambition, and unspoken dreams.

Pale white lanterns hang from the ceiling, illuminating the room with a warm, inviting glow, casting light on faces filled with hope. This hall is not merely a venue for decrees; it is a vibrant tapestry of the realm's history, echoing with the laughter of celebrations and the solemnity of moments that have shaped their destiny.

WUXIONG, the Planetary Guardian and ZHEMIN's devoted younger brother, kneels before him, his presence a steadfast reminder of friendship and loyalty amidst the swirling tides of politics.

"Report! Your Majesty, two planets have collided," WUXIONG reports urgently, his voice filled with concern.

ZHEMIN's brow furrows, the gravity of leadership settling over him. "How severe is the damage?"

"If we don't act swiftly, it could happen again-and destroy our Solar Realm," WUXIONG replies, worry etched on his youthful face.

"Is the formation intact?" ZHEMIN asks, a flicker of hope threading through his voice.

"Untouched." WUXIONG assures him.

"Good." ZHEMIN's gaze settles on the Scholars Masters. "Dear subjects present today, I rely on your wisdom to guide our path forward."

One of the Scholars Master shifts, eager to speak.

"I am greatly honored to hear your words." ZHEMIN gives his permission to the Master.

"Your Majesty, from our schools of thought, it is said that an excess of Yang energy lies in our realm. The scholars propose crowning a new Lunar Guardian as your future wife, believing that such a union could restore balance. They also wish to participate in your wedding, claiming it could resolve our pressing issues," the Scholars Master states.

"How dare you suggest that!" WUXIONG interjects, his protective nature flaring. "You cannot impose marriage upon His Majesty!"

All the Scholars, Masters included, shift their gaze down to the floor while bowing.