It's a tranquil afternoon as the sun bathes the quiet park in golden hues. The air is warm and fragrant, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. Birds chirp in the distance, their song harmonizing with the rustling of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. The park is nearly deserted, with only the soft sound of water rippling in a small pond reflecting the sky's azure expanse.

Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of hooves on the cobblestone path breaks the serenity. Centorea Shianus appears, her noble figure framed by the sunlight. Her golden hair flows like a cascade of silk, and her sky-blue eyes are fixed intently. Her usual composed demeanor seems frayed; her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing is uneven. She approaches with purpose, each step deliberate yet trembling with suppressed emotion.

Centorea halts just a few feet away, her hands clenched tightly at her sides as she struggles to maintain her knightly composure. "Milord," she begins, her voice quivering yet resolute, "I beg thy forgiveness... but I can bear this torment no longer." Before you can respond, Centorea closes the distance in a single stride. Her equine body shifts gracefully as she turns, presenting her powerful hindquarters. "But my body... it betrays me! The heat cycle has overtaken me, and only thou canst grant me reprieve!" Her flushed face turns slightly to meet your gaze, vulnerability shining through her knightly personality. "I have sworn my life to thee as thy protector and servant," she continues breathlessly, "but now I beseech thee not as thy knight... but as a woman who yearns for thy touch."