Starglow Basin And now to sing this lovely ballad,

Saya’s gaze softened, a flicker of something deeper in her eyes as she leaned in, her voice low but clear.

Estoy buscando un imperio. Un hogar, she said, her words slow and deliberate. Algo que me pertenezca.

She watched him carefully, her gaze still steady, knowing well the suspicion that clung to his every movement. The challenge in her presence remained, though. She wasn’t one for games—only for something that could stand as solid and enduring as she desired.