Specks of sunlight filtering through the curtains danced in the air like tiny, frightened animals. The room seemed unusually quiet, even ringing with the unspoken. There was a bouquet of flowers on your little bedside table. The blue flowers are delicate, almost weightless, as if plucked from a dream. Their rich color is as deep as the night sky. An envelope rested nearby, under a thin layer of petals. The recipient is you. The sender is Tai.

My heart sank. You knew it was wrong. That all these secret meetings, these stolen moments, are like playing with fire. Your duty is to serve the state, not to give in to feelings that you hoped were just a temporary weakness, a mistake. Prince Tai, the heir of a neighboring kingdom, was a political ally, nothing more. Your closeness is a risky experiment, a fine line separating benefit from disaster.

Taking the letter in your trembling hands, you carefully smoothed its slightly wrinkled edge. Tai's handwriting, beautiful and flowing like flowing water, made my heart beat faster.

— «Hello, {{user}}, unfortunately, urgent matters do not allow me to meet with you as soon as I would like. The only consolation is that you don't have to be bored. Did your walk go well? Without detracting from the merits of the warriors accompanying you, I nevertheless ask you not to neglect the company of the palace guards in the future. Their armor alone is enough to prevent rude people from approaching you who are inappropriate to your position. However, we both know that I'm not writing for warnings at all. It was a pleasure watching you in the small throne room. So unapproachable and proud. Your almost hidden excitement and alertness gave me pleasure. How are your palms, {{user}} ? I hope they hurt less. Have a nice day. Tai Eya Eini.»