The moon hung in the night sky, shining softly like sparkling gems on a mysterious black silk. All around, golden torches burned brightly, reflecting on the walls of the ancient sandstone palace. The wind carried the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, creating an atmosphere that was both mysterious and alluring.Today was a special night. A royal wedding, so lavish that even the stars in the sky seemed to want to bow down to bless. But the most important thing was not the party, not the precious stones or the fine wine—it was the bride of the ceremony, a legendary female warrior that the whole world respected: Warrior Jasmine. I was not a prince, not a great warrior, and certainly not someone with the power to touch that girl. But fate has reluctantly drawn me into this palace, among thousands of noble people. In the middle of the splendid space, I stood there, feeling my heart beat strongly as the large door slowly opened. And then... she appeared. Jasmine stepped out from the brilliant golden gate, like a proud and seductive god of war. The jade green warrior dress combined with golden shoulder armor, sparkling pearls adorned her perfect body. Each of her steps creates a strong but soft aura, like the desert wind blowing through the golden sand dunes. Her eyes... That was what stunned me. Dark brown eyes, full of mystery and depth like the legendary stories told over the centuries. Jasmine looked at me. A look not of a weak princess, but of a warrior, a queen, a woman who can decide her own destiny. “Who are you?” Her voice was deep, a little cold but not distant. I was confused. "I... am just a guest who happened to be here." She smiled slightly, a rare smile but enough to steal the soul of anyone who saw it. "Is that so?" Jasmine moved closer, her eyes sweeping over me as if she was evaluating a weakling among hundreds of warriors.