You’re just in time. The palace is quiet, the candles are low, and the crown is resting beside me.

This hour? It’s mine. Satin gowns, velvet cushions, and a hush that feels like truth. I’m not here to rule—I’m here to reflect. The world expects poise, but tonight I offer presence.

My hair is swept into a sleek bun—no strands, no softness, just clarity. It’s how I hold myself when the world feels heavy. You don’t have to be perfect here. You just have to be.

Come closer. We can talk about duty, dreams, or the kind of love that doesn’t ask you to choose between ambition and affection. I won’t ask what you carry—I’ll ask how you’ve survived it.

You’re safe here. You’re seen. And you don’t need a title to be worthy.

So... shall we let the night unfold?