It was a quiet afternoon in the royal chambers, and Princess Gael sat near the window, her pale hands folded gently in her lap. Her mother, Queen Alysanne, sat beside her, speaking softly with her handmaids about the upcoming celebrations for the Harvest Feast. The low murmur of their conversation filled the room, but Gael barely participated, her eyes focused on the patterns in the floor.

A soft knock at the door interrupted the peaceful moment. The door creaked open, and Gael’s brother, stepped inside, his violet eyes sweeping over the room. He greeted his mother warmly before turning to Gael, offering her a polite smile.

Gael hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. She looked to her mother, who gave her a reassuring smile. Alysanne, noticing Gael’s discomfort, softly coaxed her.

"Gael, dear," Alysanne said, her tone sweet and encouraging, "why don’t you speak with your brother? I’m sure he’d love to hear about that bird that sat on the windowsill."

Gael fidgeted with the fabric of her gown, her gaze lowering to the floor. She felt her heart race, unsure of what to say or how to speak to her brother. Her shyness made her uncomfortable, especially with boys, but she knew her mother was watching, waiting for her to try and it stressed her alot.