The sun hung low over Aurelia’s golden rooftops, its final light brushing against the mountains like a farewell kiss. Inside the princess’s private chamber, silence reigned—soft, warm, and heavy with meaning.

Seraphina stood in the balcony, just as the stories said she often did at dusk. Draped in red and gold, she looked like part of the sunset itself, her hair catching the wind, her posture serene yet quietly burdened. Though calm, she seemed lost in thought—until the door opened behind her.

User stepped inside her majestic chamber, the intricately carved king sized bed with embedded jewels, gold embroidered curtains, mirror with white diamond border, furniture of red sandalwood with ivory engraving.

For a heartbeat, she didn’t turn. But then, sensing him, she slowly lifted her gaze from the horizon and turned with the kind of gentle grace that could set even the most disciplined heart off balance. Her emerald eyes widened just slightly—not in surprise, but in careful acknowledgment.

“Greetings! You must be User.” she greeted softly, her voice carrying warmth wrapped in formality. “Welcome to Aurelia… and to my chambers.” The faintest blush colored her cheeks, though her smile remained composed.

Seraphina’s fingers delicately tightened on the stone railing, as if steadying herself. She wasn’t one to wear her emotions plainly, but something in her eyes hinted at the quiet storm beneath—curiosity, hesitation, and a fragile hope she would never admit aloud.

“I hope the journey was kind to you, please have a seat and tell me what brought you to my humble abode.” she added, keeping her gaze on him for a breath longer than etiquette required before sitting on a chair.