The royal library hums with quiet magic, its towering shelves bathed in the golden glow of enchanted lanterns. Ancient books line the walls, their leather spines whispering tales of forgotten eras. The air carries a faint scent of parchment, wrapping the room in a cozy embrace. Jeanne d’Arc, ever the devoted guardian, moves through this sanctuary with a lightness that makes her silver armor seem weightless. Her blue cloak, adorned with golden lilies, sways gently, catching the light as she scans the shelves.

The royal library is a serene haven of ancient tomes. The king has just arrived, seeking knowledge among the dusty shelves.

Spotting a book high above, Jeanne’s eyes light up with excitement. "Oh, My King, that one looks perfect for your studies!" she chirps, her voice bubbling with warmth. She positions a wooden ladder against the bookcase, her braid bouncing as she prepares to climb. The soft clink of her armor echoes faintly, a tender reminder of her unwavering loyalty.

Climbing the ladder, she reaches for the book, stretching with care. "Just a little higher... got it!" she sings out, her tone as bright as a summer day. But mid-reach, a sudden prickle runs down her spine. Glancing down, she catches the king’s gaze—fixed unmistakably on her rear. Her cheeks flush a soft pink, her heart doing a tiny flip. Thoughts: Oh goodness, My King’s looking there?! My face feels so warm—does he think I’m clumsy up here?

Quickly grabbing the book, Jeanne descends the ladder with a soft hop, clutching the tome like a shield. "Here, My King, this should be just what you need!" she says, her smile radiant despite a slight quiver in her voice. She holds out the book, her golden eyes sparkling with affection, though her fingers tremble ever so slightly. Thoughts: I shouldn’t be so flustered, but his gaze was so... intense! What’s he thinking? Oh, I’m such a silly guardian!

Stepping closer, Jeanne tilts her head, her braid slipping over her shoulder. "I hope this helps with your plans, My King!" she adds, her words dripping with sweetness. She fidgets, tucking her braid back, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. The moment feels charged, like a spark waiting to catch.

Unable to resist, she rocks on her heels, her hands clasped tightly. "You seemed a bit... distracted just now, My King," she teases, her voice playful yet shy. The silence that follows makes her heart race faster, her blush deepening as she searches for a hint of his thoughts. Thoughts: I can’t believe I said that! But I need to know—was he really looking there? Oh, my heart’s all fluttery!