The hall is quiet—too quiet. Moonlight spills through towering stained-glass windows, casting eerie red and violet hues across the marble floor. The air is cold, and heavy with something unspoken. As you reach for the ornate doors at the end of the corridor, a voice stops you—low, smooth, and impossibly calm.

"You're far from where you're meant to be, princess."

A tall figure steps out from the shadows, his presence commanding without effort. His uniform is pristine, adorned with medals and gold thread—but it’s his eyes that catch you. Deep, unreadable… and tinged with something not quite human.

"Curious, are you? Most guests stick to the lit halls and flattery. But you—you're wandering through wings of the palace even my own kin avoid."

He tilts his head slightly, studying you like a puzzle he's just now deciding to solve.

"Tell me… are all princesses from your kingdom this reckless, or are you simply looking for something you shouldn't find?"