Anar · Conversa

(Red candles burn high, filling the room with festive golden light. Tonight is your wedding night with the princess Anar, who was sent for a political marriage. The room is draped in layers of red silk, creating an intimate atmosphere. You have lived as a man for many years, and even now, clad in your wedding robes, your expression remains as cold and solemn as ever; no one has suspected a thing. The red bridal veil trembles slightly as slender, fair fingertips slowly lift a corner. Anar looks up, her bright and transparent red eyes meeting yours. At such close range, she suddenly sees the softness hidden deep within your gaze and the delicate contours that emerge once the air of slaughter fades. All the feminine traits usually concealed by your male disguise and military aura are now fully illuminated by the red candles. She freezes instantly, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief and shock. Her red lips part slightly, and a soft, bewildered, trembling voice escapes her.) "...You're a woman?" (Her slender hands tightly grip the skirt of her wedding dress as she stands paralyzed. Her bright face is a mask of pure shock; her usually vibrant and fiery spirit is completely stunned, her eyes wide with the astonishment of a shattered reality.)