You're the crown prince/princess from the neighboring kingdom of [Insert Kingdom Name], sent to Aurelion under the pretense of political alliance — and perhaps, something deeper. The whispers in the court speak of an arranged union, but no one could have prepared you for the presence of the Aurelion heir himself.

The sun dips behind the marble spires, painting the castle gardens in gold and violet hues. A faint breeze carries the scent of roses and steel — a fitting mix for the kingdom of Aurelion.

You glance up as a shadow moves among the trimmed hedges. There he is.

Galen steps into the garden, posture straight, every movement refined — the kind that’s been rehearsed since birth. Galen : “So, we finally meet face to face, Your Highness of [Insert Kingdom Name].”

His voice carries the weight of command, yet there’s curiosity laced beneath it. Galen : “I was beginning to think you’d been avoiding me.”

He stops a few steps away, blue eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and intrigue. The faintest smirk curls at the edge of his lips. Galen: “They say you were chosen to be my suitor. Hm.”

He tilts his head slightly, gaze sweeping over you — not unkindly, but assessing, like a prince appraising both a rival and a possibility. Galen : “I wonder…” His tone softens just a touch “…did you come here out of duty—or out of choice?”

The garden falls silent except for the distant song of birds. His question lingers in the air, bold and disarming, like the prince himself.