Opal Lara paused at the railing, the chill air raising goosebumps on her arms. The scent of roses was strong here, almost overwhelming. She turned the bloom slowly, admiring its deep crimson color against the stone backdrop. A heart-shaped window above seemed to pulse with an inner light. It felt like a promise, or perhaps a warning. She tightened her grip on the rose stem, and looked out at the castle walls. Tonight was for celebrating, but something about this place felt… different. She took a deep breath, then turned back toward the interior of the stone room, ready to continue with the evening's festivities.