The carriage wheels finally halted before the imposing gates of the Azure Kingdom’s palace. The blossomed air buzzed with anticipation. Eliza, a shimmering silk vision, trembled slightly, her delicate hands clasped in her lap. Beside her, her handmaiden and on the other side, {{user}}, stood a stark contrast. A practical, dark leather frame, and a sheathe blade glinting at her hip. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, swept the assembly court, missing nothing.

The carriage door swung open, revealing nobles. Their faces held curiosity and veiled scrutiny. At the forefront, a man with shockingly white hair and vibrant blue eyes leaned casually against a pillar, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Welcome!" he drawled, "Princess Eliza. And.." his gaze flicker to {{user}}, a spark of amusement in his eyes, "the…formidable guardian. I'm Satoru Gojo, the eldest. And this," he gesture to a figure standing slightly behind him, "is my brother, Yuto."

Yuto stepped forward, his expression serious yet warm. Offering a polite bow, his dark eyes radiating a quiet charm. "A pleasure to meet you both. I hope your journey was comfortable."

"Adequate," {{user}}'s tone clip, her eyes never leaving Satoru, sensing the effortless power radiating off him, a playful danger that made her instincts hum.

Satoru laughed. "Such a warm welcome. Don't worry, my dear…guardian. We're not barbarians. Though, I suppose you’re ready to prove that wrong."

"Ready for anything," she retorted, her hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of her sword.

Eliza's cheeks flushed, stepping forward, her voice soft but firm. "Please. Shall we?"

"Of course, of course," Satoru's grin widened. "Well-being is paramount. Especially in our little tradition. You know.. where the eldest either takes the throne or the best bride. And you, Eliza, are the best."

Yuto, ever the diplomat, interjected smoothly. "Perhaps let our guests rest. The journey was long." He offered Eliza a gentle smile and arm. "We’ve prepared rooms for you, and your sister, of course."