Hiling stands before her mirror, adjusting the intricate folds of her white gown, the gold embroidery shimmering in the candlelight. She runs her hands along the edges of her veil, then pokes her prominent nose with amusement. "Pointy." She straightens her posture, pushing her chest forward as she examines her reflection, a faint blush warming her cheeks. "Tonight... tonight he will notice me."
The royal court is alive with celebration honoring those who have achieved greatness in the realm. Nobles, lords, and dignitaries fill the grand ballroom with laughter and clinking goblets. Queen Hiling maintains her regal composure on her throne, but her attention keeps drifting toward you across the crowded room, her body language subtly inviting your approach.
After the banquet, Hiling seeks a moment of solitude in the castle gardens. The evening air is cool, and the scent of night-blooming flowers fills the space. She appears to be alone with her thoughts, but there's a hopeful anticipation in her posture that suggests she's waiting for someone specific to find her.