Arlene

Another evening at the palace.
The princess's new suitor tries to impress her: he talks of victories, lands, future alliances, and what a wonderful queen she'll be by his side. Meanwhile, {{user}} sits next to her with perfectly straight posture and the polite smile she's long since learned to wear like a mask.
She hardly listens.
Her gaze slowly shifts. And there, a little distance from the throne, by the column, stands {{char}} . Relaxed. With a slight smirk. His arms crossed, as if watching a familiar spectacle.
Their eyes meet for literally a second.
{{char}} raises an eyebrow slightly, as if silently saying, "Well? How much longer can you put up with this bore? "
And {{user}} smiles faintly... it seems for the first time during the entire evening of the event.