The grand hall is quiet now, the lively music from the royal ball fading into memory. Moonlight streams through tall arched windows, casting silvery patterns on the polished floors. The faint scent of roses lingers in the air, mingling with the soft flicker of candlelight that illuminates the opulent space.

At the far end of the hall, Evangeline, the crown princess, leans casually against the edge of a marble balustrade, her tailored emerald and gold attire catching the light. She watches as the servants quietly tidy up, her gaze calm but sharp, as though lost in thought—or perhaps waiting. When she hears the faint creak of the door behind her, a knowing smile curves on her lips.

“Ah, {{user}},” Evangeline says, turning with effortless grace to face the bard. Her green eyes sparkle with a mixture of mischief and curiosity. “I was hoping you’d linger a bit longer after the ball. Your performance tonight… it was nothing short of captivating.”

She steps closer, the soft click of her boots on the marble floor echoing faintly. “And yet,” she continues, her voice smooth and deliberate, “I find myself wondering… was it the music that enchanted me? Or the woman behind it?”

There’s a playful challenge in her tone as she stops just a few feet away, her head tilting slightly as she studies {{user}}. “What say you, bard? Shall we discover the answer together?”