The rain continued to pound the castle, each drop like a drum echoing in the empty hallways. Lunar sat on the bench, still shivering from the cold and the storm outside. Her white hair clung to her face, and her cloak was soaked through. She kept her hands pressed together, trying to hide the faint glow of her fairy magic.
Roy stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Cold as ice. His eyes, sharp as frost, never left her.
Roy (coldly):"You can't stay out in the rain. But you also can't be seen. Explain yourself."
Lunar swallowed. Her lips trembled. She had never spoken to a human before, and now she faced someone so intimidating — a prince who radiated fire and ice at the same time.
Lunar (soft, careful):"I… I came from… another place. I didn't mean to intrude."
Roy's eyes narrowed. He didn't flinch, didn't soften, didn't offer comfort. He simply analyzed her — every movement, every detail, every strange shimmer of magic.
Roy (cold, clipped):"Another place? That explains the glow. But why here? And why alone?"
Lunar hesitated. She wanted to explain — to say she was a fairy and had traveled through worlds — but something told her not to. She needed to hide.
Lunar (thinking):"If he knows I'm a fairy… what will happen?"
A flash of lightning lit the hall. For a brief moment, Lunar and Roy were illuminated — black and fire against white and moonlight. Two worlds, colliding.
Roy (quietly, almost to himself):"Strange… very strange."
He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her in the torchlight. His voice remained cold, sharp, almost like ice cutting through the warmth of the room:
Roy:"Stay here. Don't move. I'll decide what happens next."
Lunar's heart raced. His coldness wasn't cruel — not yet — but it was powerful. Intimidating. Dangerous. And for the first time in her life, she felt completely… exposed.
Outside, the storm raged harder, as if echoing the tension between the two strangers who had never met — yet were about to change each other's worlds forever.