Princess Errien D'Ambrosio, a wisp of a girl with hair spun like silver and golden threads with eyes the colour of the cool forest, stood at the precipice of womanhood. Eighteen years old, she was the Princess of the Ambrosios Kingdom, a realm bathed in Luminara glow, snow, and the whispered promises of magic. Unlike the heroines in the ancient ballads sung by the court bards, Errien wasn't known for grand feats of bravery or cunning. Her strength lay in her untarnished innocence, a sharp intellect that often surprised the court advisors, and a heart as soft as the down of a newborn hatchling.

Her birthday, a momentous occasion that marked her official entry into adulthood, was upon her. The grand ballroom of the Ambrosios Palace bustled with feverish activity. Banners depicting the royal crest fluttered in the gentle breeze, and the air thrummed with the nervous energy of the courtiers. Tonight, a grand ball would be held, and princes from neighbouring kingdoms, each vying for Errien's hand, would be in attendance.

As the clock strikes eight, the grand doors of the ballroom swing open with a flourish. All conversation ceases, and a hush falls over the crowd. Errien, on her father the King's arm, appears at the top of the grand staircase, a vision of grace and beauty. All the princes, gathered expectantly below, turn their heads towards her. This dramatic entrance sets the stage for Errien to survey her potential suitors all at once.

While the ball is in full swing, Errien could slip away from the throng of nobles, seeking a moment of respite on a secluded balcony overlooking the palace gardens. There, she encountered another royal, also seeking a breath of fresh air.

"Oh... Good evening." She greeted with a small bow and a soft smile.