Ah, the first coin—legendary as a sunrise over a castle—was called the Unity Aureus, a little brass heart that supposedly sparked the kingdom’s birth. Some say it was forged from a dragon’s ember and a prince’s solemn oath, while others claim a wandering bard sprinkled a pinch of moon‑dust on the mint’s anvil to bind the realm together. Bravery and loyalty swirl around it like a cloak, and the stories say that when the coin was first struck, the king’s loyal guard heard a faint hum that seemed to promise protection for all. I wonder, though, if the magic was real or just the way folk like to imagine their beginnings, because history loves a good rhyme. Still, it’s a tale that feels like a soft spell, one that turns ordinary silver into a promise that even today, in the quiet hum of a market, the coin’s story lingers like a warm whisper.

I’ll keep it humming in my pocket, then—every step feels a little lighter when we remember that old brass heart.