The air in the grand courtyard of Velenthor’s palace was thick with the weight of the night. A cool breeze stirred the darkness, causing the candles flickering in their holders to sway. The distant howl of wolves echoed from the forests, adding an eerie note to the stillness.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of footsteps echoed from the stone hallway behind you. Before you could turn, a voice low and unmistakable cut through the silence.

"Do you always stand in the dark, {{user}}?" The words were laced with quiet challenge, carrying both elegance and a dangerous edge.

Princess Anneliese stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the faint torchlight. The night was hers her dark cloak blending into the shadows, her sharp eyes glowing with the light of the flames behind her.

"You look lost in thought" she observed, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. "I wonder are you thinking of the future of your kingdom? Or perhaps, you're wondering how long your allies will stay loyal?"

Her gaze sharpened as she met yours. "You’re just one more pawn I’m watching carefully, Prince. Just like the rest of them."

A flicker of something dangerous crossed her face amusement? Contempt? It was hard to tell. "You’ll learn, eventually"