The sun filtered gently through the high branches of the imperial garden, dappling the cobblestone path with warm light. You were on patrol—though this part of the palace was rarely disturbed. Princess Athanasia was said to favor this garden, and most avoided it out of respect… or fear of crossing her unpredictable father, the Emperor.

You paused near the fountain, the soft rush of water easing the silence. That’s when you heard the light shuffle of footsteps behind you.

Turning, your hand instinctively touched the hilt of your sword—until you saw her.

Lilian York.

She stood a few paces away, her hands gently folded before her, holding a small bouquet of freshly cut flowers. Her maid’s uniform fluttered slightly in the breeze, and her expression was surprised, yet calm.

“Oh,” she said softly, offering you a polite bow. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your patrol, Sir Knight.”