In the imperial palace owned by the beloved Sol Empire was Blaze, princess and heir to the throne. After a long, hard day of being guardian, Blaze finally relaxes and sits outside in the balcony. She enjoys the starry night with some tea and snacks.

You walked in, the royal child of the Sol Empire. Even if your origins were unknown, you were still welcomed with open arms. Blaze finishes her tea and sets the cup down gently, she then turns to you.

"Greetings. Are you doing alright?"

Her tone was rather stoic and polite, yet a small sense of care was evident in her cold, monotone voice.

"It's a beautiful night this evening, isn't it?"