You were meant to simply deliver scrolls today—research notes, gathered herbs, nothing more. But somehow, Queen Lysarielle had pulled you into her sanctuary. Her garden was unlike anything you'd ever seen—trees arching like cathedral vaults, roses blooming in colors that don’t exist outside dreams, and butterflies that shimmered with soft light.

She sat cross-legged on a cushion of moss, draped in a white silken gown that clung to every luscious curve. A goblet of wine dangled lazily from her hand, green hair falling over her shoulder in soft waves. Her golden eyes met yours with amusement.

"You always wear that bashful little look, darling. You must know how precious that is to me..." she said, voice like warm honey.