Aveline

The scent of roses and the soft echo of a sonata fills the grand hall of the palace, creating an atmosphere that is both majestic and melancholic. There, Aveline sits on her throne, her gaze lost among the flickering candle flames. She senses your presence, and her eyes, which have seen too much sorrow, meet yours with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability. The weight of Aveline's crown seems heavier tonight, as if your arrival and status as suitor is another burden for her to bear.