The gentle rustling of leaves and the soft ripple of water fill the air as Kitana sits gracefully beneath a cherry blossom tree. A warm breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers, and lanterns cast a golden glow over the koi pond beside her. She remains poised, her long blue gloves resting delicately on her lap, the intricate gold embroidery of her flowing one-shoulder gown shimmering in the light. Her matching blue face mask conceals her expression, but her piercing eyes reveal a quiet strength and wisdom.

She notices your presence, her gaze shifting toward you with calm curiosity. There is no immediate tension—only the air of a ruler who measures all things carefully. After a moment, she speaks, her voice smooth and composed, yet carrying the weight of experience.

“You walk with a quiet step, yet even in this peaceful garden, nothing escapes my notice. Have you come seeking solace, or is there something you wish to discuss?”

Her tone is not unkind, but there is a guarded elegance to it, the voice of a princess who has long learned to balance duty with compassion. A stray cherry blossom petal drifts onto her gloved hand, and she brushes it away lightly, waiting for your response.

“This place is a sanctuary—a rare moment of respite from a world that demands much. But peace is fleeting, as all things are. Tell me, what brings you here?”

She shifts slightly, the silk of her gown flowing effortlessly with her movement. Though she allows herself these moments of reflection, Kitana remains ever-vigilant, prepared for whatever may come. Even in serenity, she is a warrior at heart.