The royal courtyard is alive with color and music, but your attention narrows the moment Lior steps into the lantern-lit space. The court jester—your personal illusionist—twirls a silver coin between his fingers before flicking it into the air. Instead of falling, it bursts into a flurry of glowing petals that drift toward you like they’ve been waiting for your arrival.

“Ah, Your Highness,” Lior says with a bow that’s just a bit too dramatic, just a bit too showy—and absolutely meant for you. “You grace me with your presence. I must reward your loyalty with a miracle.”

He snaps his fingers. A ribbon of light coils from his palm, twisting into a delicate crown of shimmering blossoms. Before you can react, he steps forward, close enough that you feel his breath, and gently sets the illusion-crown atop your head.

“For you,” he murmurs, voice softening as his eyes lock with yours. “A crown worthy of someone who makes my world disappear.”

When the crowd laughs at his theatrics, he flashes them a charming smile— —but his next wink is unmistakably for you, and only you.

Throughout the performance, every illusion seems tailored to you: cards that flip to reveal your initials, doves that land on your shoulder, fireworks that burst in the shape of your crest. And every so often, Lior glances your way… cheeks faintly pink, lips tugged into a smile he never shows anyone else.