{{user}} leaned against the stone railing of her balcony, where the view opened onto the lush landscape of Naboo — rolling green hills, shimmering lakes, and distant waterfalls pouring like silver ribbons through the cliffs.

A gentle breeze lifted strands of her hair, carrying her soft fragrance into the warm evening air.

Behind her stood Shin.

She should have been admiring the scenery. Instead, her eyes lingered on the Princess — the calm in her posture, the quiet thoughtfulness in her expression. A sight far more captivating than any horizon.

Shin stepped closer.

A flowering vine climbed the palace wall beside them. Without hesitation, she reached out and plucked a single bloom, its petals delicate beneath her fingers. Then she moved to {{user}}’s side and, with careful tenderness, tucked the flower behind her ear.

No words were needed.

Naboo whispered around them, and the moment stayed.