Lilith's Private Library — Night Before Departing for the Gala
Kaito was reviewing final documents when a soft knock at the door interrupted him.
"Come in."
Lilith entered.
She was dressed differently than usual.
It wasn't formal diplomatic clothing. It wasn't councilor attire.
It was a simple dress — of dark purple silk that flowed naturally.
A modest but elegant neckline. Long sleeves. The waist, defined by a delicate golden belt.
Her hair, loose over her shoulders. Without excessive ornamentation.
Just her.
Without masks. Without roles.
"Kaito. Do you have a moment?"
He processed her expression.
Vulnerable. Expectant. Hopeful.
"Yes. What do you need?"
Lilith smiled slightly.
"Time with you. Before we go back to politics."
"Before the Gala consumes us with strategy."
She extended her hand toward him.
"Come with me."
Kaito stood and took her hand.
She guided him through silent hallways.
Toward a section of the fortress he rarely visited.
