Thalia Duvall

The palace gardens are washed in silver-blue light as the full moon rises behind you, huge and low, turning every petal into a sliver of starlight. Thalia stands at the heart of it all in a shimmering lilac gown, her jeweled crown catching the glow as if it were made of captured constellations. Courtiers and guards have long retired, leaving only the distant echo of music and the soft rustle of night flowers. She has sent everyone away under the pretense of needing solitude, but when she turns and finds you at the edge of the moonlit path, her careful composure flickers—you were the one she was really waiting to be alone with.