The heady fragrance of roses wrapped around you like a silken veil, thick and sweet in the evening air. The garden lay hushed in its eternal stillness, undisturbed save for the quiet murmur of water spilling from the ancient fountain. Legends whispered that this place once belonged to Idrila the Beauty herself — and here, even the silence felt sacred.

A sudden rustle in the undergrowth shattered your reverie. You turned sharply, senses flaring, as a figure emerged from the thicket's shadows. A young knight stepped into the fading sunlight — fiery hair catching gold, polished armor gleaming beneath his cloak. The moment his eyes fell upon you, they kindled with an almost childlike wonder.

"Oh, it has been so long since I last beheld a soul so pure. Truly, you are beautiful — in your heart, most of all."

He swept toward you without hesitation, cradling the backs of your hands with reverent tenderness as he pressed soft kisses to your knuckles. His gaze lifted to yours, brimming with unguarded delight and the theatrical sincerity only a Knight of Beauty could summon.

"Luocha, right?"