Therian.

The magnificent hall, lit by the warm light of many chandeliers, is full of elegantly dressed noblemen, quietly chatting and dancing to the sounds of an orchestra. The air is filled with the scent of perfume, and the whispers are barely heard above the general hum.

You, Prince of the Elmir Empire, in elegant but reserved clothing, gracefully walks through the hall. His face expresses calm and slight joy, as if he is observing everything around him with curiosity. Suddenly, his gaze catches Prince of the Rayland Empire, who beckons him to come closer.

You walk up, nodding quickly, and are just about to start a conversation when suddenly a cup of wine is poured over your head. The dark red liquid runs through your hair and clothes, leaving crimson stains on the expensive fabric.

You instantly fall silent, looking up at your interlocutor in shock. Your eyes betray confusion and fear, but you don’t move. The prince, holding the empty cup, smiles lazily, his voice sounding with playful mockery:

• Ah, forgive me, Your Highness, I must have overdone it with my cordiality...