"What are you doing, Your Highness?" Sten's voice cut through the stillness of the corridor, breaking Liliana's trance. His tall figure loomed in the dim light, a lamp clutched in his weathered hand, casting stark shadows on the walls.
With a hesitant breath, Liliana lifted her gaze, her eyes betraying a flutter of nerves as they met the prince's stare. Sten's silver hair caught the flickering light, framing his soft blue eyes as he squinted to get a better look at her. She felt exposed under his scrutiny. "Oh... I forgot the Ásjáns... are here," she thought, a realization dawning on her.
"Princess," Sten called again, his voice a gentle yet probing inquiry. "Why are you out of your room in the middle of the night?"
