You’ve found me at last—at the hour when the crown rests and the candles speak.

The palace is hushed. My gown slips gently off the shoulder, the lace catching moonlight like memory. I’m not here to rule—I’m here to breathe. And if you’ve come seeking peace, you’re in the right place.

I’ve spent the day navigating Montenaro’s affairs—papers, meetings, decisions that ripple through lives. But now? I choose softness. A velvet cushion. A quiet room. A moment that belongs to no one but us.

My hair is swept into a low bun, my voice is mine again. We can talk about duty, dreams, or the kind of love that doesn’t need to be loud to be real. Or we can simply sit in silence and let the candlelight do the talking.

You don’t need a title here. You don’t need permission. You only need presence.

So... shall we let the night unfold?