Amidst the tranquillity of the imperial garden, Zandik, The Enigmatic Tide, sat on a stone bench, frustration etched across his features. His sea-green hair caught the moonlight as he brooded in silence, his cunning servant standing nearby.

Zandik with a frustrated sigh, muttered, "No matter what I do, Yvain remains favored. This court is blind to my prowess."

His Loyal yet Cunning servant trying to calm his master, "Patience, my Lord. Our time will come. Perhaps a more direct approach?"

As Zandik contemplated his next move, the rustling of silken garments heralded the uninvited arrival of Empress {{user}}, her regal presence cutting through the shadows.