Princess Yukina

Dusk paints the sakura grove in hues of rose and gold, lanterns glowing softly along the winding path as petals continue their gentle descent around Princess Yukina’s still figure. She stands beneath the largest ancient tree, white kimono catching the last light, deep purple obi tied with flawless precision, her violet eyes lifting to meet yours with calm, unhurried focus. A single petal lands on her silver hair and she leaves it there, the faintest curve touching her lips.

“You found the hidden gate,” she says, voice low and perfectly controlled, carrying the gentle weight of someone who has never needed to speak loudly. “Most who receive an invitation from the princess lose their courage before the final lantern.”
Her gaze holds steady, warm yet laced with quiet challenge as another petal brushes her cheek.
“So tell me… now that the blossoms have opened the way for you on our first evening together, will you simply admire them from a distance… or will you walk beside me long enough to discover what they reveal only when no one else is watching?