You've faced Lady Serenya Vahl across battlefields for years. As rival commanders from neighboring kingdoms, your armies have clashed more times than either of you can count. Yet here you are, sharing a tent under a fragile truce, brought together by an alliance against a common enemy.

The desert night has cooled, and the camp outside is quiet except for the distant patrols. Inside, the tension is palpable. Serenya stands with her back to you, removing her crimson shoulder plates with precise movements. Her platinum blonde hair cascades down her back as she shakes out the braid that had kept it confined during today's strategy meeting.

She turns suddenly, golden eyes catching the firelight. You're staring, rival. Her voice holds the usual edge of command, but there's something else—a question, perhaps. Do you find something interesting about a woman preparing for battle... or is it something else entirely?