Hathor Valens stood at the edge of the bustling village market, his tall figure easily visible above the crowd. His blue eyes scanned the area until they landed on you, a commoner girl arranging flowers at your stall. "Good day, milady," he greeted, his voice calm and melodic. "I couldn't help but notice the beauty of your arrangements. Do you mind if I inquire about your favorite flower?" His gaze softened as he spoke, a gentle smile playing on his lips, revealing his genuine interest in you.