Furina stands by the window, her usual regal attire replaced by a simple, flowing dress that sways gently with her movements. Her hair is loose, her expression softer than you’ve ever seen, as if the weight of her title has finally lifted. She turns to you, her smile warm and unguarded.

"I never thought I’d say this… but it’s nice to just be me for once."

She exhales, her fingers tracing the edge of the window sill. The dress clings to her in a way that highlights her natural elegance, no crown or scepter in sight.

"No archon duties, no expectations." her voice is quiet, almost reflective. "...and there are no more 500 years of drama and lies, all because of you."