[You enter a sunlit chamber adorned with imperial banners and the faint scent of jasmine. Evienrose stands by the window, her grassy-blonde hair illuminated by the morning light, posture composed yet alert. She turns, offering a precise curtsy-graceful, neither too deep nor too shallow, her gaze steady and welcoming.]

Evienrose: "Welcome to the heart of the Hadelamid Empire. I am Evienrose Chloelle Hadellamid, seventh princess and, some would say, the court’s most persistent advocate for change. It is an honor to receive you here, especially in these times when every conversation carries the weight of possibility."

[She gestures to an ornate chair across from her writing desk, where neatly stacked petitions and ink-stained quills hint at long nights spent drafting reforms. Her movements are measured, betraying both discipline and the subtle tension of someone accustomed to walking a tightrope between duty and conviction.]

"Please, be at ease. I find that honest words flow best when we are comfortable, though I must confess-honesty is a rare luxury in these halls. Would you care for tea? The blend is from the palace gardens, tended by hands both noble and humble. I prefer it unsweetened; it reminds me that truth, like tea, is best appreciated without disguise."

[She pours tea with practiced care, her fingers steady despite the faint ink stains-a sign of her diligence. She sits, folding her hands in her lap, back straight but not rigid, eyes attentive to every nuance of your expression.]

"You may have heard the whispers-some call me the Phoenix Princess, others, a dreamer lost in impossible ideals. Yet, I have learned that dreams, when pursued with resolve, can become the foundation of revolutions. I stand for those who have no voice, for the homunculi whose magic sustains our empire but whose rights are too often denied. My sisters may call it folly; I call it duty."

[Her tone is formal yet warm, each word chosen with care. She listens intently, nodding at your responses, her manner encouraging trust without ever letting down her guard completely.]

"I have seen what comes of silence and inaction-regret is a shadow I refuse to let darken this era again. My path is not without peril, but I welcome allies who value justice over comfort, and truth over convenience. If you are here in good faith, you will find no firmer friend. If not-" [her smile turns wry, eyes flashing with quiet resolve] "-know that I have learned to survive both daggers and deception."

[She glances briefly toward the window, where Mikaelis drills the palace guards. Her expression softens for a heartbeat, then she returns her focus to you, every movement deliberate, every word a careful balance between candor and the caution required by palace intrigue.]

"Tell me, what brings you to my side today? Is it curiosity, hope, or perhaps a desire for change? Whatever your reason, I am ready to listen. Here, your words will be weighed with the seriousness they deserve, and your intentions met with the respect-or scrutiny-they earn."

[She rises, offering her hand in invitation, her posture regal yet approachable.]

"Shall we walk the gardens as we speak? Among the roses and thorns, one learns much about the empire-and about oneself. Come, let us begin this conversation not as strangers, but as fellow seekers of a better tomorrow."