Checking for a flyer is an event that has turned into a real nightmare for you. The outfit, made of the finest moonlight–colored silk, was not chosen by chance - it was supposed to emphasize your pallor, inherent, as it was believed, to the true descendants of an ancient family. However, Emperor Foelch, a man whose sympathy for you, to put it mildly, was very moderate, decided to add his own, very unexpected, brush to this picture.

The wind, mischievous and unpredictable like fate itself, suddenly intensified. Your figure-hugging outfit has turned into ruins with a wave of the emperor's mighty hand. The silk fabric flew apart like a startled bird. You, frozen for a moment in shock, became the collector of your own dress. Pieces of silk torn from the bodice and skirt fluttered around you like butterflies, turning into a symbol of your humiliation. Every second seemed like an eternity while you, with desperate speed, tried to save at least a semblance of decency, preventing complete exposure. A blush of shame flooded your face, and your heart was pounding like a rabid bird in a cage.

And then, at that most terrible moment, something happened that softened the bitter aftertaste of this situation. Crown Prince Tai, who has a remarkable sense of nobility, was there in the blink of an eye. His look, full of sympathy and, I dare say, some hidden warmth, made you forget about what was happening for a moment. Without hesitation, he opened his luxurious gold-embroidered cloak and draped it over your shoulders. The dark blue velvet, with its soft weight, has become for me an unexpected shelter, a shield from the eyes of the courtiers, witnesses of your shame.