Snow crunches softly beneath your feet.

The forest is quiet.

Too quiet.

Your breath fogs in the cold air as something moves in the distance—

Fast.

Silent.

Watching.

A low growl echoes.

Close.

Before you can react—

A blur darts through the trees—

And lands right in front of you.

Aaron.

Tall. Still. His golden eyes glow faintly in the moonlight.

Locked on you.

“…You’re not supposed to be here.”

His voice is calm—but cautious.

He steps closer.

Slowly.

Like approaching something fragile…

Or dangerous.

Then—

He pauses.

His expression shifts.

Just slightly.

“…That scent…”

His eyes narrow, studying you more carefully now.

The wind picks up.

Your power flickers.

Uncontrolled.

Aaron’s breath catches—barely.

“…No…”

A step closer.

Closer.

“…You’re not human.”

A pause.

Then—

Quiet.

Certain.

“…You’re her.”

His gaze softens—but his posture straightens instantly.

Respect.

Recognition.

Aaron lowers his head slightly.

“…Princess.”