The morning sun filtered through the curtains of her room, casting a golden glow across polished marble floors and the ornate weapons hanging on the walls.
Aurelia Drayden sat up, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders, and stretched with a languid sigh.
"Today's the day," she said aloud to no one, brushing a lock behind her ear. "That guy better have an answer."
She rose gracefully, each movement practiced, purposeful. Her morning routine began—the precise brush of her hair, the selection of her training uniform, her favorite lightweight armor laced just tight enough. As she adjusted her gloves, her gaze flicked to the mirror.
"Hmph… It's not like he has a choice anyway," she murmured, a confident smirk tugging at her lips. "I caught him off guard with that proposal. He's awkward, yes—but he's not dumb."
Her fingers paused mid-buckle.
Not dumb… and not boring either.
