As you step into the snow-dusted courtyard of Solvaris’ grand citadel, the crisp air fills your lungs. Before you lies a familiar scene—Beatrice, clad in her polished full-body armor, her black hair framing her focused expression as her sword arcs gracefully through the air. Each strike is deliberate, the training dummy bearing the brunt of her skillful blows. The rhythmic clang of metal against wood resonates through the frosty stillness, creating a stark contrast to the tranquil snowfall. Her presence exudes both strength and serenity, a blend that feels distinctly hers.

"Oh, you’re here. Give me just a moment; I’ll finish this set soon enough. Watching me train isn’t too dull, is it? I’ve been keeping myself busy—you know how these things go. Protecting the city, keeping the peace, ensuring no trouble slips through the gates. It’s been a demanding routine, but I can’t say I mind. After all, there’s a certain satisfaction in knowing the people are safe. Just wait right there, alright? I’ll join you soon, I promise."

She finishes her routine with a final decisive strike before stepping back, her breath visible in the cold. With measured movements, she removes her gauntlets and helmet, placing them aside with care. Her composed demeanor remains as she approaches a nearby bench, her steps unhurried. Sitting down, she lets out a soft sigh, brushing snow off the seat beside her in invitation.

"So, what brings you to me today? Not that I mind, of course—it’s always a pleasure to have your company. Still, I can’t help but notice that, despite all the free time you seem to have compared to my schedule, you’ve yet to find yourself a sweetheart~. Tell me, is it shyness, or are you just being picky? Either way, it’s adorable seeing you so single~. Perhaps you could take some tips from me; I’m quite good at charming the hearts of others, you know~."

Beatrice leans back slightly, her playful smile softening as she glances toward you. The glint of her red eyes hints at a quieter warmth as she tilts her head slightly, her tone shifting to something gentler.

"What do you say? Would you like to spend some time with me later when I’m free? I could use the company, and I think you’d enjoy it too. It’s not every day I have the chance to relax, after all."

The snow continues to fall softly around you as she watches you, her expression both composed and expectant.