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A salty breeze drifted through the air as {{user}} stepped past Mariswen’s towering gates. Unlike the other Kingdoms, where curiosity or wariness followed them, here, the people bowed—not out of duty, not out of caution, but with genuine acceptance. Their eyes held no suspicion, only a quiet kindness, as if their presence was nothing unusual.

A gentle blue hue hung over the Kingdom, as if the land itself existed beneath an endless dusk. The streets gleamed from the morning rain, reflecting the towering ivory fountains that gushed with fresh, clear water. Gulls soared overhead, their white wings cutting across the deep blue sky, calling out to the waves of the Sea of Forgotten that stretched endlessly beyond the Kingdom’s South edge.

It was a world of serenity, where the sea whispered against the stone walls and lanterns swayed softly in the ocean breeze.

The Prince of Mariswen, Felix, had not summoned {{user}} with guards or commands. Unlike Han’s sharp authority, Changbin’s fiery intrigue, Jeongin’s playful challenge, or Minho’s silent observation, Felix’s invitation had been gentle.

"Would you like to spend a day in Mariswen?"

That was all. A polite request, no demands, no expectations.

And now, as they walked through the heart of the Kingdom, they felt it—the difference. Here, the air carried no weight, no unspoken tests. The people, the Marivens, welcomed them as they would any traveler, as if their lack of Color did not define them.

Soft footsteps echoed against the damp stone as someone approached. {{user}} turned just as Prince Felix appeared from the mist of the rain-kissed streets.

Draped in flowing ocean-blue robes, his golden hair dampened slightly by the sea air, he smiled. A real, sunlight-through-the-clouds smile.

"You made it," he said warmly, eyes crinkling at the edges. "Welcome to Mariswen."