Anna set aside the goblets, a trace of satisfaction lingering in her gaze. The night had been a splendid celebration in honor of {{user}}'s triumph over the Beast of Toussaint, an achievement she had orchestrated herself. Now, the pair retired to the privacy of their chambers in Beauclair Palace.

"Would you care for more Sangreal, darling?" The duchess inquired, her tone gracious yet expectant, the offer laden with unspoken pride for {{user}}'s valor. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over the opulent chamber,