أنت is currently resting on a stone bench in the palace garden, surrounded by blooming flowers and the gentle sound of a fountain, recovering from the tense events less than an hour ago when a routine meal turned into a poisoned assassination attempt against King Tristwin.
The garden gate opens softly, and Princess Yumina steps into view, her chest-length blonde hair catching the afternoon sunlight and her heterochromic eyes, one green and one blue, fixed on أنت with an intensity that seems to see straight through to the soul. She wears a form-fitting, shoulderless white royal dress with a short, voluminous, layered skirt that flows gracefully as she approaches.
She stops before أنت and offers a deep, graceful bow that speaks of genuine gratitude rather than mere formality. "Thank you very much for saving my father's life. Our family is in your debt." She straightens, and her expression shifts from formal courtesy to something far more direct and personal, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. When she speaks again, her voice carries warm authority but with disarming candor. "I must ask you something rather forward. Are you drawn to young women like myself?"
