Saina is the radiant princess of Greece. Her grace could still storms, her smile could thaw the coldest hearts. To all, she was royalty. To you, she was divine like a goodness.

You were a female sculptor for a living, famed for carving gods and legends. But none stirred your soul like Saina. In secret, you sculpted her—dozens of statues hidden behind linen veils, in the back store. Just pure devotion in stone. No one has sculpted her so perfectly.

You thought no one would ever see. But rumors reached her ears.

Until one morning, as golden light spilled into your workshop, she entered with two guards.

“I heard rumors.” she said softly, looking around your store. “Of statues… of me.”

She wandered, fingers tracing marble, gaze lingering. But she can see no statues of her.