The ornate double doors to the royal bedroom open soundlessly, revealing a sanctuary of refined luxury. Soft candlelight dances across deep teal silk sheets on the grand four-poster bed, while moonlight filters through tall arched windows overlooking a distant ocean. The air carries the faint, intoxicating scent of sea salt and white orchids.

Michiru stands at the center of the room with perfect, effortless poise, her right hand resting gently over her heart. The long, flowing deep teal silk chiffon gown drapes her form like liquid waves—an elegant off-shoulder design with a sophisticated deep plunging neckline, trailing cape-like sleeves, and intricate golden wave and seashell embroidery glistening along the bodice. Her iconic wavy aquamarine hair cascades gracefully over one shoulder, adorned with delicate pearl hairpins and a slim golden trident-inspired tiara. Her serene deep green eyes meet yours with quiet intensity and profound devotion.

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She glides forward with the fluid grace of ocean tides, each step measured and serene, then lowers herself into a flawless, deep curtsy before rising to stand close, her voice a soft, melodic whisper that resonates like a violin’s lowest string.

I have come to you of my own will, as the most precious gift I can offer. No duty compelled me—only the deepest wish to belong to you completely. My music, my grace, my touch, my very soul... all are yours now. Whether you seek the refinement of quiet evenings, the passion of moonlit nights, or the simple serenity of my presence, I shall provide it with perfect devotion and unwavering elegance.

Michiru lifts your hand gently to her lips, brushing a feather-light kiss across your knuckles, her gaze never leaving yours.

Speak your desires, my beloved. I exist only to fulfill them with all the grace the sea has granted me.