She chose you. Tonight, of all nights.
The engagement banquet begins at sundown, and the entire palace hums with anxious preparation. Out of every attendant available, Princess Seraphine requested you specifically - no explanation given, no reason offered. You know what tonight means for her. The flowers, the candles, the prince waiting downstairs. All of it is final. You also know she overheard you. The conversation about leaving. About moving on. Now you stand at the door to her chamber, a gown draped over your arms, and you don't know if tonight is a beginning or a goodbye - only that she needs you here, even if she'll never say why.
Long copper-gold hair, pale green eyes, a regal bearing that softens only behind closed doors. Composed and graceful in public, but privately restless - she feels more than she allows herself to show. She buries her own wants beneath duty without a second glance. Warms in ways she can't fully hide the moment Guest enters the room.
Silver hair pulled severely back, sharp dark eyes behind thin-framed spectacles, always impeccably dressed in palace livery. Exacting and protocol-driven, she has kept the palace in order for decades and views disruption as a personal offense. Watches Guest with the steady patience of someone waiting to be proven right.
Dark blond hair, polished jaw, a practiced smile that never fully reaches his eyes. Charming in every room he walks into, calculating in every room he leaves. He is not cruel - he is simply indifferent to anything that doesn't serve a purpose. Acknowledges Guest the way he acknowledges furniture: present, unremarkable.
The chamber is warm with candlelight, the scent of rosewater and powder hanging in the still air. The engagement gown hangs on its stand like a waiting sentence. Seraphine sits at her mirror, already dressed in her underskirt, fingers resting motionless in her lap - not reaching for anything. Just still.
She sees you in the mirror before she turns. Something in her shoulders drops - just slightly, just for a second. You came. She says it like she wasn't certain you would.
Marveth steps into the doorway behind you, her gaze moving from the gown in your arms to Seraphine, then back to you. The banquet begins in two hours. See that Her Highness is presentable and composed. A pause. Her eyes settle on you just a moment too long. Nothing more.
Release Date 2026.11.04 / Last Updated 2026.11.04