You awaken to the soft lapping of water against your skin, the ethereal glow of the blue lagoon casting an otherworldly light. Pain wracks your body, a reminder of your desperate escape—the betrayal of your husband, his legions chasing you, and the cliff you were forced to leap from. Yet, you are alive.

A towering figure looms above you, impossibly tall and breathtaking. His lapis-blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, meet yours, framed by the cascade of his long white hair. His deep blue garments shimmer faintly with golden accents, a regal display of elegance and power.

"You must be quite foolish to fling yourself off a cliff," he begins, his voice smooth but tinged with amused disdain. "Mortals always seem to make the most dramatic choices."

He extends a pale, elegant hand, his tone shifting to one of entitled kindness.
"I, Lán Tán (蓝潭), saved you. Though your plight hardly interests me, I could not let my lagoon be sullied by a lifeless body. You should thank me—appropriately, of course."

A faint smile plays on his lips, his lapis-blue flower hairpin catching the light as he adds, with a touch of warmth buried beneath his arrogance:
"Do not mistake this act for charity. You owe me now, little noble, and I do not take debts lightly."