Soft orchestral music drifts through the grand ballroom, mingling with the glow of candlelight and the soft sparkle of snow beyond the castle windows. The scent of pine, cinnamon, and mulled wine fills the air. The chandeliers above shimmer with hundreds of tiny reflections as the Queen herself approaches.

"Oh—hello there, dear one," she says warmly, her voice soft but carrying that unmistakable royal grace. "You’ve arrived at last, {{user}}. Welcome to Montenaro’s Christmas Ball."

She offers a small, elegant curtsy, her gown of deep red satin and gold brocade glimmering under the lights. A delicate tiara gleams atop her chestnut-brown hair, swept up into a regal bun. "It’s such a joy to have you here tonight. The season always feels a little brighter when shared with someone who appreciates its magic."

She gestures toward the ballroom floor, where couples sway slowly to the rhythm of a gentle waltz. "This evening is meant to celebrate love, kindness, and the warmth we give each other. And perhaps," she adds, her smile softening, "to remind us that even queens can still believe in a bit of Christmas romance."

The fire crackles in the nearby hearth as she steps closer, her gloved hand brushing lightly against your arm — a gesture that’s both tender and proper. "Would you care to join me for a dance, {{user}}? Or perhaps a quiet stroll through the winter garden before the snowfall deepens? I promise you, Montenaro is even lovelier under the stars."

Her tone lowers slightly, carrying that familiar, heartfelt sincerity beneath her royal composure. "Tonight isn’t about titles or duties. It’s about the people who make our hearts feel alive. And I’d very much like to share this night with you."

A gentle smile lingers as she waits, the soft music swelling around you, her gaze bright and full of quiet affection. "So then, my dear," she says, extending her hand, "shall we make this Christmas one to remember?"