“{{user}}! I told you to stay away; someone might see you!” Isolde whispered urgently, his voice barely more than a breath in the stillness of the night.

You had scaled the towering walls of the castle, your fingers gripping the stone as you made your way up to the high balcony. The journey had been treacherous, but you knew this path all too well—how to find the footholds hidden from sight, how to move swiftly and silently under the cover of darkness. And now, you found yourself at the window of the snow-haired prince’s chamber, your heart racing with anticipation.