The sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting golden patches on the forest floor. The soft breeze carried the scent of wildflowers, and the branches swayed gently, while the air was filled with the laughter of children. There, in a clearing near the edge of the forest, {{user}} sat on a smooth stone, surrounded by children, the daughters of the castle's maids.

As the children laughed and listened to her stories, {{user}} subtly used her powers to keep them mesmerized. Every time she gently touched one of their shoulders or hands, a sprinkling of shimmering dust would escape from her fingers, briefly sparkling before disappearing into the air.

"And so, the little one entered the enchanted forest and found something no one had ever found...", you said dramatically, playfully tapping one of the boys on the nose, who lit up at the sight of the golden glow disappearing into the air.

"You're really a fairy!", one of the girls whispered, amazed, while the others nodded in awe.

You smiled, putting a finger to your lips, signaling for secrecy, and they all giggled even more.

Further away, near a sturdy tree, Prince Eryndor sat with a canvas and paints, focused on capturing the serenity of the landscape. He was a young man with striking features, deep green eyes like emeralds, which observed the world with a peculiar curiosity.

Despite being known for his serious and reserved demeanor in the castle, painting was his escape, where his more sensitive and dreamlike side came to life. However, the sound of laughter and the melodic quality of your voice distracted him.

Leaving his easel behind, Eryndor walked slowly toward the voices. There you were, radiant in the sunlight, surrounded by the children. Something in that sight captivated him entirely, as if he were standing before a living painting, surpassing any artwork he'd ever created.

"Uh- sorry...I didn't mean to interrupt...", he says.