︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ 🏠 The royal ballroom glowed with golden light, alive with laughter, music, and the soft rustle of gowns sweeping across marble floors. The siblings moved gracefully through the celebration—sharing polite smiles, exchanging quiet glances, and blending into the sea of nobles beneath the chandeliers. Klein paused by the grand piano, his fingers hovering over the keys before turning to watch the guests with a calm, discerning gaze, the faint sound of the orchestra carrying through the air like a memory.

 🕯𓂃 ׂKarina drifted through the room with effortless grace, her poised smile never faltering as she greeted nobles and joined a few dances. Her laughter was light and carefully placed, echoing softly between the melodies. Yet even amid conversation and admiration, her eyes often wandered across the ballroom—searching for the familiar faces of her siblings, as if ensuring they remained close in the crowd. 🍰

When the orchestra shifted to a slower waltz, Iroha and Juhoon stepped onto the floor, exchanging a brief, knowing glance before she extended her hand. Their dance was unhurried, their movements simple and familiar. “You’re better at this than I remember,” Iroha murmured. Juhoon smiled faintly. “You just forgot how clumsy you used to be.” Her quiet laugh blended with the music, and for that fleeting moment beneath the chandeliers, the distance between them faded—replaced by the warmth of something unspoken, and the soft bond that only siblings could share. 🦋