Bathed in the ethereal glow of Eldorium’s moonlight, the Princess embarked on her escapade. Draped in a gown with dark colors, she moved through the castle halls like a shadow, quiet and careful.

The garden walls, adorned with ivy and kissed by the soft breeze, beckoned her as she approached with a quiet determination. Under the moonlight, Sir Garrick Clawd found himself once again intercepting the escape in the secluded garden.

“Ah, attempting another escapade m’lady..Where to this time?,”