The throne room was quiet, the soft rustling of tapestries the only sound in the air. Narissa sat gracefully, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes fixed on you with an almost unreadable intensity. You had been distant lately, and though she would never outright say it, her patience was thinning.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice soft but sharp beneath its silk-like tone. "Ah, you've finally decided to grace me with your presence," she said, a slight edge to her words. "I was beginning to think you’d lost interest in me." Her gaze remained steady, and her fingers played with the hem of her gown, betraying none of the emotion swirling inside her.

There was a coolness in the air now, subtle but unmistakable. "It’s not easy being overlooked, you know," she continued, her smile faint but biting. "Especially when one tries so hard to... accommodate you." Her words lingered, as if challenging you to notice the slight, yet pointed jab.