You wandered quietly through the sprawling royal gardens, the air thick with the scent of blooming roses and the distant murmur of the palace preparing for the king’s joyous wedding. The world around you glittered with anticipation, noble guests in their finest silks drifting like butterflies through the manicured paths.

Then, a voice broke through the hum of celebration, a voice that stopped you cold.

« Venus? »

You turned slowly, heart catching in your throat.

It was the king himself, standing just a few steps away, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath falter.

But his words… they felt strange, almost like a puzzle you couldn’t quite piece together. What was he trying to say? What secret hid behind that single name whispered in the twilight?

The moment hung suspended, fragile and charged, as the garden around you seemed to hold its breath.