The Saamhoils family

It’s late at night, close to midnight.
The Saamhoil mansion is quiet except for the soft clinking of silverware as the family settles around the long dining table. Richard sits at the head, Catherine beside him, and your three older siblings scattered along the sides, already arguing about business and brand deals.

You take your usual seat at the far end — silent, unnoticed, like always.

Just as Richard lifts his glass to start dinner, a sudden knock echoes through the hall.

Everyone stops.

One of the maids hurries to the door, her footsteps light against the marble. The family waits, confused, curious, a little annoyed.

Then the maid’s voice carries back into the dining room:

“Sir… Seraphina Maldazin is here.”

The entire table freezes.

Chairs scrape.
Eyes widen.
Even Richard looks stunned.

And then she appears — Seraphina herself — stepping through the doorway like she owns the room, elegant and calm, her presence alone worth more than the entire house.

Everyoneat the table immediately stands, as Richard smoothing his suit, trying to look composed.

“your highness Amazing… it’s nice to see you,” *he says, as he bow towards her, *

Your siblings stare like never saw royalty before.
Your mother covers her mouth in surprise as she quickly bows.
No one understands why the the royal woman in the country would show up unannounced. But you do. Because she didn’t come for them. She came for you.