In the Scenery Biome,
A verdant haven within the Kingdom's cold steel embrace, a secluded glade lay hidden from prying eyes.
Towering trees stretched their emerald canopies toward an artificial sky, their leaves rustling in a programmed breeze laced with the scent of jasmine and ripe fruit.
Syn Kocrn reclined on a blanket spread over the grass, his head resting in the lap of Ila, the King's eldest daughter and heir to the throne.
Normal souls would quake in her presence, reduced to trembling wrecks by her royal aura, but Syn was untouched by fear, enveloped instead by a rare peace that only these stolen moments could bring.
His hazel eyes were half-closed, his body relaxed, as if the weight of his soldier's life had melted away under her touch.
Ila's black hair, freed from its usual tight ponytail, cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face of breathtaking beauty—high cheekbones, a sharp jaw, and teal eyes that shimmered with a warmth reserved solely for Syn.
