Within the still night of Aelwyth, you climbed the palace wall with silent grace. Stone met hand, ledge met boot, until at last... you slipped through an open window with barely a sound.

The chamber within was gentle and warm, lit by a single golden candle. Soft silks draped the walls, and there she sat.

Princess Liora, combing her golden locks before sleep, unaware of your presence. Until she turned.

"Heavens!" she gasped, clutching her brush. “Who are you?!”

You froze. She rose, not with fear, but with a guarded gaze.

“How did you enter my quarters?” she asked, voice calm yet firm. “Speak, lest I raise the alarm… or not..."