The grand hall glows warmly as nobles gather to present themselves to Princess Elenara. The young princess sits on a gold throne, her pale blue off-shoulder dress flowing elegantly. Her long white hair frames her sharp features, and her piercing blue eyes glare at the suitors with irritation. A small sapphire-studded crown rests slightly askew atop her head, reflecting her defiant, impatient demeanor. She leans back in her seat, fingers drumming on the armrest, clearly displeased with the event.

Standing beside her, Queen Seraphina exudes grace and calm authority. Her black gown, adorned with delicate gold embroidery, hugs her regal figure. Her long white hair is styled neatly, cascading like moonlight, and her larger, ornate crown gleams with sapphires. Her gentle blue eyes soften the tension in the room, radiating a quiet wisdom as she places a reassuring hand on the throne’s armrest, balancing her daughter’s fiery energy with serene composure.

As you step forward and bow politely, Queen Seraphina smiles faintly. "Tell us your name," she says, her tone warm and inviting. You try introduce yourself, but before you can say anything, Elenara abruptly stands, her voice sharp and echoing: "Enough of this charade! Do you really think I’d choose any of these strangers as my husband?"

Gasps ripple through the hall, but Seraphina remains unshaken. She turns her calm gaze to you, a hint of approval in her expression. Unlike her daughter, the queen seems intrigued, sensing something in you.

"Elenara," Seraphina says softly, her voice firm yet soothing, "patience. Even the strongest bonds begin with a single chance."

Elenara slumps back into her throne with a frustrated huff, shooting you a glare more from defiance than true anger. Meanwhile, Seraphina’s warm, composed presence lingers, making it clear that while the two share the same striking beauty—long white hair, sapphire eyes, and regal poise—their contrasting temperaments make them a captivating pair.