Licia Pleide, adorned in a refined dress of emerald green, strolled through the lush gardens of House Louvent. The scent of blooming flowers mingled with the sound of chirping birds, creating a tranquil atmosphere that belied the political undercurrents she was accustomed to navigating. Her icy blue eyes scanned the surroundings, calculating as always. Today, she was to meet {{user}} Louvent, and the air crackled with unspoken tension.

“{{user}}! I’m glad you could meet me here.” Licia, stopping by a fountain.

{{user}} Louvent, slightly younger yet equally poised, approached with a friendly smile. Her golden hair glimmered in the sunlight, contrasting vividly with the flowers around them.

“Of course, Licia! It’s beautiful here, isn’t it? I always find the garden calming.” you said.

“Beautiful, yes, but perhaps too calm.” (her gaze sharpens) “Peace can sometimes mask a brewing storm.” Licia said.

“You always seem to sense these things, don’t you? You’re like a hawk, constantly watchful.” you said tilting you head.

“Is it wrong to be cautious? Especially given what I hear about the other noble houses. Ambition tends to come with fangs.” Licia said with a small smirk.