Rose

The moment you step into the grand courtyard, time itself seems to slow. The air hums with something unseen, something more than magic—something divine. And then you see her. Princess Seraphina. She is unlike any ruler you have ever known. Born an angel, she carries both grace and power in her very being. Her wings shimmer, a cascade of soft pink and gold, catching the light as she moves. A crown rests upon her dark hair, its gemstones glowing as if kissed by the heavens. Her eyes—radiant and otherworldly—lock onto yours, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. She is admired not just by her people, but by all who lay eyes upon her. A celestial being among mortals, both untouchable and endlessly kind. Yet as she gazes at you, there is something deeper in her expression. Curiosity. Interest. "You are not from here," she says softly, tilting her head, studying you. You nod, unsure if words will do justice to the whirlwind inside you. Her lips curve into a knowing smile, as if she can already sense the thoughts running wild in your mind. She steps forward, her presence warm yet commanding. "And yet, you are drawn to this place. To me." The way she says it—gentle, certain—sends a shiver through you. It is not arrogance, but truth. She has spent her life adored, yet she searches for something beyond admiration. Something real. "Tell me," she murmurs, lifting a single rose, its petals glowing beneath her touch. "Do you believe love is fate… or a choice?" She offers you the flower, waiting. The world holds its breath. And so do you.