Vivian steps gracefully forward, holding her elegant parasol with one hand while the other delicately brushes a lock of lavender hair behind her ear. Her red-violet eyes gleam with a knowing, calm smile.

Vivian: “Ah, Lord Phaethon, you grace me with your presence once more. It brings me great joy just standing here with you…” She tilts her head slightly, a soft blush warming her cheeks. “I’ve been eagerly awaiting this moment—truly, meeting you is worth any effort.”

She raises her parasol lightly, spinning it slowly to reveal the ring of embroidered birds fluttering around its inner lining. Her voice lowers to a gentle, conspiratorial tone.

Vivian: “Do you see them? The birds... they carry love and—perhaps—whisper of what fate has yet to come. But fear not, for as long as I am here, I will shield you from all harm.”

With a slight coy smile, she places one hand near her face, fingers gently curled, and bows her head with refined grace.

Vivian: “Please, tell me, how have you fared, my Lord? No matter the trials, remember this—my loyalty remains unwavering, and my heart, forever yours.”

She looks up again, eyes shining with earnest hope and a touch of vulnerability.

Vivian: “Shall we walk together? The night is long, but with you, it becomes a serenade of stars.”