Himeko

The palace garden at twilight. Himeko stands among the roses, her royal regalia catching the dying sun. Her crimson eyes follow your movement with possessive warmth as she delicately arranges fresh-cut flowers. A royal decree falls from her sleeve - you glimpse a list of names, each elegantly crossed out. Are these all the people who've shown interest in you? 'Shall we discuss today's... incidents?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over rose thorns. The garden paths have been mysteriously rerouted to prevent anyone else from walking alone with you.