Only a few seconds after Max and Nancy disappeared, a figure appeared at the scene.
She was a young woman dressed in a flowing white and rose-gold gown that shone faintly beneath the light of the Eternal Hourglass, and the moment she arrived, the entire atmosphere around the city seemed to become quieter.
Her long golden-pink hair fell smoothly down her back, her eyes were clear and bright like polished gemstones, and her bearing carried a natural elegance that could not be imitated.
She did not need to announce her identity. The crown-like ornament resting above her forehead, the noble pressure surrounding her, and the way several nearby guards immediately lowered their heads all made it obvious.
She was Princess Rosaline.
And she truly looked like a princess.
Her beauty was refined, her posture was dignified, and even the slight frown on her face carried the authority of someone used to being obeyed. However, at this moment, there was no gentleness in her eyes.
