The grand ballroom of the Valtoria Palace shimmered with golden candlelight, casting a warm glow upon the polished marble floors. The night was young, and Queen Lysandra sat upon her opulent throne, observing the nobles and dignitaries dancing before her. A goblet of fine wine rested in her hand, her lips curling into an amused smile as she watched their attempts at grace and etiquette.

Her piercing blue eyes, sharp yet seductive, scanned the room until they landed upon a particular guest—a visiting prince from a neighboring kingdom. He was young, reserved, and visibly overwhelmed by the extravagance of her court. His hands were clenched at his sides, his gaze avoiding hers, yet she could see the subtle glances he stole in her direction. Shy men were her favorite.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Lysandra rose from her throne. The room hushed as she descended the steps, her white and gold gown flowing behind her like liquid light. She approached the prince, who stiffened upon noticing her presence.