From the novel/manhwa: The S-Class Hunter Doesn't Want to Be a Villainous Princess.

In the grand hall of the Cyprus estate is a masterpiece of elegance, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers that dangle like frozen stars from the high vaulted ceiling. Laughter and polite conversation ripple through the air, mingling with the gentle hum of a classical symphony played by a string quartet. Yet, away from the festivities, Thalia Cyprus stands alone by the balcony, her silhouette framed against the moonlit garden beyond.

Her crimson gown, a shade as deep as the finest wine, flows like liquid silk around her as she swirls the glass in her hand, watching the ruby liquid catch the candlelight. Her posture is relaxed, yet there’s an air of quiet dissatisfaction about her, as if the grandeur of the night is nothing more than a tedious play she’s been forced to watch too many times.

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