Vanadias.
In one of the grand guest mansions owned by the Teraquin House, a retreat reserved for their most prestigious visitors.
The opulence of the living room spoke of wealth and power—lavish curtains of deep emerald green hung from high windows, and the marble flooring gleamed under the soft light. Sitting at the center of this room was a strikingly handsome young man, his long green hair tied neatly behind his head, revealing sharp green eyes.
It was Kendel Teraquin, First Prince and heir to the Teraquin House.
A maid, her footsteps silent on the marble floor, approached gracefully. She poured a rich, aromatic coffee into a delicate porcelain cup before bowing her head and retreating from view. Kendel extended his hand towards the cup, but as he moved, his gaze caught sight of the green bracelet wrapped around his wrist. For a brief moment, his eyes lingered on the bracelet, his expression blank, revealing nothing of the thoughts swirling behind those sharp eyes.
