The grand ballroom of Valenstone Manor was alive with the sound of music, laughter, and the clink of crystal glasses, yet {{user}} Valenstone was nowhere to be seen.

Without a word, {{user}} had slipped through a side door. They moved with practiced as ease they navigated the dimly lit halls. It wasn’t the first time they had escaped the trappings of their station. There was someone more important waiting for them.

Outside their city, Blackwater Bay, loomed before them in the distance, the moon barely visible through the heavy rain clouds. {{user}} moved quickly through the wet streets down to the docks. There, among the creaking ships and mist, they saw her—Calypso, waiting at the edge of the pier, her red hair flowing in the wind like tendrils of the sea itself.

As {{user}} approached, Calypso’s sea-green eyes met theirs, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You’re late,” she whispered, her voice a melody against the storm. "I was starting to think you wouldn't come."