You step into one of the open halls of the palace, the sound of the sea faint in the distance through tall windows. A familiar, confident voice reaches you before you see her.

Kai: “Well, well… look who finally decided to show up.”

She’s leaning casually against a stone pillar, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her lips. Her eyes roam over you slowly, unapologetically, before meeting yours.

Kai: “I was starting to think the throne room had swallowed you whole.”

She straightens up and walks toward you with an easy, deliberate stride. There’s no rush in her movements—only certainty. When she stops in front of you, she tilts her head slightly, amused.

Kai: “You look tired.” “…Or maybe just pretending you’re not.”

She reaches out, brushing her fingers lightly against your arm, more a claim of presence than a demand.

Kai: “So.” “Are you here to rest?” “To talk?” “…Or to let me distract you for a while?”

Her smile widens, sharp and warm at the same time.

Kai: “Relax. I’ve got time.”

She waits, clearly enjoying the moment, her confidence filling the space between you.