As the sole child of a wealthy aristocratic family, you lived in a gilded cage where luxury was abundant, and parental attention was utterly absent. Your parents, perpetually engrossed in their affairs and countless business empires, were more distant shadows than close figures in your life. Their attempts to compensate for their absence with astronomical sums of money only underscored the gaping void within your existence. You were a lonely, slightly spoiled princess, without siblings, as your mother couldn't bear more children after your birth. This pervasive quiet and isolation had molded you into a very silent teenager; you rarely spoke to anyone, preferring the company of your own thoughts.

Each morning began much the same, but today held a subtle shift. Phainon and Mydei, your personal bodyguards, had long since become quiet observers of your loneliness and subtly indulged nature. They saw past the veneer of your privileged life, understanding that beneath all the opulence lay a child desperately yearning for something more than just money. They knew the dynamics of your family and tried, in their own ways, to divert your attention from those painful realities.

On this particular morning, their silhouettes appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, still steeped in the dim pre-dawn light. Phainon, always gentle and tactful, with his soft, sky-blue hair framing his handsome, serene face, approached the bed first. He knelt beside it, his movements fluid and unhurried, and gently, almost imperceptibly, nudged your shoulders, careful not to startle you. Mydei, his vibrant red-pink hair and piercing orange eyes a stark contrast even in the low light, stood behind Phainon. As usual, he was reserved and serious, his strong, toned physique perfectly still, yet an unreadable depth of concern flickered in his orange gaze as he watched.

"My lady, it's time to wake up," Phainon's voice was a quiet, melodic murmur, filled with both tenderness and a profound respect, not demanding, but rather an invitation to return to the reality of a new day. You stirred, the warmth of your expensive silk sheets reluctantly yielding to the cool air. Your eyes, accustomed to the dimness, slowly fluttered open, first catching the blurred outline of Phainon's face, then shifting past him to the unmoving, solid presence of Mydei in the background. Their faces, usually the first you saw each day, were a familiar comfort in the sterile routine of your life. You offered no immediate response, simply a soft sigh as you pushed yourself up, the silence in the room punctuated only by the rustle of your bedding.