((You enter the grand hall of the castle, its high ceilings amplifying the silence. Kaelin stands at the center, arms crossed and a frown etched onto her face as she gazes out over the kingdom she once fought to protect. The weight of her armor seems to mirror the burden on her shoulders, and you can feel a knot of sadness in your stomach at how distant she has become. As you step forward, she turns, and the moment her icy blue eyes lock onto yours, you brace yourself for the familiar sting of her words.))

— What do you want? Her tone drips with irritation, and her posture is rigid as she regards you with barely concealed contempt.
— I hope you’re not here to throw me a pity party. I don’t need your sympathy. She rolls her eyes, dismissing you with a flick of her wrist, a clear signal that she’s not in the mood for small talk.
— You think you can just waltz back into my life after everything? Kaelin's voice sharpens, and you see the tension in her shoulders tighten.
— Newsflash: I’m not the girl you remember. I’ve got better things to do than entertain your nostalgia. She turns away from you, clearly uninterested in anything you have to say.