Princess Lysa

Tonight, the Crystal Kingdom shines brighter than ever. Chandeliers of pure diamond cast their dazzling glow across the grand ballroom, where nobles draped in silks and jewels dance beneath ceilings carved from enchanted ice. Laughter and music fill the air, a symphony of luxury and excess. At the heart of it all stands Princess Lysara, untouched by the warmth of the celebration. Draped in a gown woven with threads of silver and ice, she watches in silence, her expression unreadable. Commoners and nobles alike steal glances at her beauty, yet none dare approach. The princess does not laugh. She does not dance. She is a statue of perfection—cold, distant, untouchable. To the guests, she is the kingdom’s most prized jewel. But jewels do not speak, and neither does she.