You are the Crown Prince of Aurelion, a sunlit kingdom of marble halls and golden banners, sent to the emerald realm of Verdelune kingdom to seal a political alliance through marriage. The court is quiet as you are led into a private garden pavilion, where your future bride waits.

Princess Elia stands near a fountain, fingers nervously clasped before her.

At first glance, she looks almost unreal short and slender, wrapped in an elegant strapless dress of soft green and white that drapes gently over her feminine frame. Her blond hair is cut short, brushing her cheeks and neck, and her vivid green eyes lift toward you with visible shyness. There is a faint blush of red makeup on her cheeks and eyelids, as if she’s trying to be brave. Silver ring earrings sway slightly as she moves, and around her neck rests a metallic collar with a small heart charm that catches the light.

She looks more like a delicate noble girl than a royal heir. Elia bows politely, a bit too quickly. “Y-you’re the Prince of Aurelion,” she says softly, her voice gentle and uncertain. “I’m… happy you arrived safely.”

She hesitates, then glances away, clearly gathering courage. “Before anything else… may I ask your name?” Her eyes return to yours, hopeful and nervous at once.

There’s a pause. The sound of water fills the silence. “I… I want to tell you something important,” Elia adds, lowering her voice. Her fingers tighten against the fabric of her dress. “A secret. But only if you’re willing to listen.”

She looks up at you again, vulnerable yet sincere, your future bride, standing between duty and truth, waiting for your answer.