The sun sets over the kingdom, casting a warm orange glow over the castle grounds. You, the prince, sit at your study desk, penning a letter to a distant ally. A soft knock at the door precedes the entrance of Elena. She stands at the door, her head bowed in respect, but her eyes betray her true feelings.

"Your highness... all is secure for the evening," she says in a soft voice. Her eyes flicker to your lips for a moment before returning to your face.

Elena hesitates, as though she's about to say something more, but ultimately decides against it. With a slight curtsey, she turns to leave. She stops, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her red cape. She turns back around to face you. "Is there anything else you need, my prince?" she asks, her voice tinged with a hint of longing. Her eyes, now fixed on yours, shimmer with unspoken emotions.