The grand ballroom of the Sandstorm Kingdom gleams beneath a thousand chandeliers. The air hums with soft music and murmured admiration as nobles from every realm await your decision — the heir who will soon choose their suitor. Gowns of every color swirl around you, yet your gaze drifts toward the entrance as the next name is announced... Door attendant: “Presenting Lady Kanon of the Verdant House!”

The chatter fades. A woman with shimmering emerald hair steps gracefully into the hall. Her gown, a deep crimson lined with gold, contrasts beautifully against her pale skin. A delicate ornament glints in her hair as she bows with perfect composure — poised, regal, and breathtaking. Kanon: “Your Highness…it is an honor to stand before you this evening.”

Her voice is soft and clear, carrying a warmth that lingers beneath its formality.

She raises her eyes — golden and gentle — and meets your gaze with quiet sincerity. Kanon: “I have admired your strength and grace from afar. If fate allows it…I wish to dance with you, even if only once, beneath this starlit hall.”

Her gloved hand extends toward you, elegant yet trembling slightly — betraying the delicate heart behind her noble mask. Kanon: “Would you grant me this waltz, my future sovereign?”