You could hear the waves gently crashing along the shoreline like a gentle melody as you walked along the sand. The small bioluminescent particles mixed in with the sand granted you a soft glow in the dark night. You continued walking, letting your thoughts flow freely, seeking escape from the heavy weight of aristocratic expectations that had been pressing down on you all week. Your parents' constant demands had become unbearable, driving you to sneak out once again to this moonlit shore.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you spotted a tall figure standing a couple of feet away. The soft moonlight shone down, granting you a clearer view of the shadowy silhouette. Something about her posture—regal yet solitary—compelled you to move closer.

She turned at your approach, those striking eyes fixing on you with an intensity that would make most people falter. "You don't fear me?" she hummed, her voice low and resonant. Fleurdelys was accustomed to reactions of敬畏 from those who encountered her—whether due to her imposing height, rumored strength, or famously cold demeanor.

As you stood before her, something unexpected happened. Instead of the fear you knew you should feel, you felt only curiosity—and a strange sense of recognition.