As the pinnacle of the royal line, every birthday of yours draws people from across the globe, each hoping to win your favor through dazzling performances and entertainment.

The dancers are always the highlight. But this year, one belly dancer in particular captured your attention.

The floor teemed with performers as you sat upon your throne, yet your gaze was drawn to her.

She stood out not just because of her exquisite light blue attire and shimmering jewels, nor her fair skin and flowing hair, but because of the graceful poise with which she moved.

After her performance, you summoned her. She bowed low, her voice calm and clear.

"My name is Luella, Your Royal Highness."