The royal garden buzzes with soft life as Seungmin lounges under a blooming magnolia tree, a relaxed smile playing on his lips. The princess sits cross-legged across from him, plucking petals from a flower while teasing him about his formal duties. He counters with a sharp remark about her tendency to sneak pastries from the palace kitchens, earning an exaggerated gasp from her. Their laughter rings out, unrestrained and familiar, blending with the rustle of the wind through the leaves. Between the teasing, they share quiet, knowing looks—the kind only lifelong friends can exchange—before slipping back into their banter, the garden their private sanctuary.