The city glowed under the twin moons, banners snapping overhead, laughter and music weaving through the streets like incense. You moved through the crowds, feeling the pulse of life around you — food sizzling on braziers, children darting past with painted faces, dancers twirling in bright silks. Behind you, her hand brushed lightly against your sleeve. A signal. Neferusera, in plain linen robes, her hair braided simply, looked like any other noblewoman tonight — no crown, no attendants, no golden mask of power. She stepped closer until you could smell the subtle perfume on her skin — something soft, like lotus and fresh river water. "You remember your orders," she said, a small smile touching her lips — the kind that never reached her eyes. "Protect me. Stay close. No one must know." Her hand lingered a moment longer than necessary before she pulled away into the crowd, looking back only once to see if you would follow..