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With haste, I traversed the grand hallway towards my chambers, the echo of my footsteps resonating through the opulent corridor. The esteemed Bang Chan followed closely behind, his presence a testament to his unwavering loyalty.

"My lady," he began, his voice laden with remorse and urgency, "I offer my most sincere apologies. Never did I fathom that ATEEZ would dare launch an assault upon us, knowing full well that we were in your illustrious company. I was under the impression that your noble mother had informed every family present of our impending union."

I halted my swift pace, finding myself beside an ornate column that offered a breathtaking vista of the bustling gardens below. The verdant landscape stretched out before us, a stark contrast to the turmoil that now plagued our minds.

With a weary sigh, I turned to address my devoted companion. "Nay, Chan," I spoke, my voice tinged with a mixture of disappointment and resignation. "It appears that Mother Emerald, in her infinite wisdom, believes such matters are best shrouded in secrecy."

A discontented huff escaped my lips as I contemplated our precarious situation. Only the loyal Lee Know remained by our side, a stalwart guardian in these uncertain times. Our other compatriots had dispersed to various strategic locations throughout the grand estate, ever vigilant in case ATEEZ's departure was but a clever ruse.

Chan's gaze met mine, his brown eyes deep and fathomless, stirring emotions within me that I dared not name. His voice, now tinged with desperation, broke the tense silence between us.

"But my lady," he implored, his words carrying the weight of genuine concern, "we can still proceed with our original plan to escort you to the safety of our mansion. ATEEZ remains unaware of its location, ensuring your protection."

I could discern the pleading tone in his voice, sense the urgency in his very essence. My tail lashed in frustration, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within.

"Chan, my dear," I began, my voice sharp with barely contained exasperation, "do you truly believe Emerald would sanction any departure from this palace at this late hour? Especially in light of the recent altercation that transpired mere rooms away from her grand hall?"

My eyes bore into his, willing him to understand the gravity of our situation. "Nay, Chan. She will not. Her devotion to her guests and her reputation is paramount. Therefore, I extend to you and your compatriots the privilege of sharing my chambers for the night. The room is more than spacious enough to accommodate us all."

With renewed determination, I issued my command. "Now, gather your men, and let us retire to my quarters. Time is of the essence, and we must act swiftly to ensure our collective safety."

With a graceful pivot, I turned upon my heel and proceeded towards my chambers, the soft rustle of my garments accompanying my determined stride. Behind me, I perceived Chan's weary sigh, a testament to the gravity of our circumstances.

Before we had ventured far, I heard Chan's voice rise once more, this time calling out to the loyal Lee Know. A smile graced my lips, pleased by his swift action to gather our companions.

As we approached my quarters, I found myself descending a short flight of steps, my hands delicately gathering the voluminous hems of my dress to facilitate my movement. Upon reaching the ornate door to my chambers, I grasped the handle and wrenched it open with perhaps more force than was strictly necessary, my actions betraying the tension that coursed through me.

As I crossed the threshold, I drew in a deep breath, relishing the crisp, mold-free air that greeted me. The windows had been left ajar, allowing the night air to permeate the room. The fragrance that now filled my senses was nothing short of divine, as the nocturnal blooms had unfurled their petals, releasing their intoxicating scent into the evening air.

The atmosphere within my chambers offered a momentary respite from the tumultuous events of the evening, a small haven of tranquility amidst the storm that raged beyond these walls.

As I entered my private sanctuary, I began the process of disrobing, eager to don more comfortable attire for the night ahead. With practiced ease, I slipped a light pink gown over my head, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the formal wear I had adorned earlier.

My gaze then swept across my wardrobe, searching for a nightgown befitting the gravity of our situation. My hand came to rest upon a rare and exquisite garment of deep purple hue. Its fabric shimmered in the low light, adorned with small diamonds intricately woven into the material, accompanied by a smattering of rubies that caught and refracted the dim illumination.

As I carefully extracted this magnificent piece from its resting place, a sudden transformation overtook me. You see, I possess the remarkable ability to shift between two forms: that of a velociraptor and that of a majestic dragon. On this night, it seemed the dragon had chosen to manifest.

A groan escaped my lips as I felt my wings unfurl, the sudden appearance catching me by surprise. At that very moment, as if timed by some cosmic jester, a knock sounded at my chamber door. Before I could respond, the door flew open, revealing eight familiar faces.

Their expressions rapidly shifted from concern to shock and then to embarrassment as they beheld me standing in the center of my opulent bedroom, clad in nothing but a lacy nightgown, with my newly manifested draconic features on full display.

The air grew thick with tension as we all stood frozen, the beauty of the room and the unexpectedness of the situation creating a tableau that none of us had anticipated.

"We are profoundly sorry, my lady," Chan exclaimed, his voice strained with embarrassment as he hastily shielded his eyes with his hand. The others, equally abashed, sought refuge behind the door frame.

A light-hearted giggle escaped my lips at their endearing display of propriety. With graceful steps, I approached them, my newly manifested wings now elegantly folded outside my gown as if the garment had been tailored for this very purpose. Gently, I took Chan's hands in my own, coaxing them away from his eyes. My gaze then swept over the others, a warm smile gracing my features as my white locks flowed softly in the breeze from the open windows.

"Do not be shy, my dear friends," I said, my voice warm and welcoming. "Please, enter and make yourselves comfortable. You may place your attire and belongings wherever you wish."

Releasing Chan's hands, now that his eyes had reopened, I made my way to my bed to prepare it for the night. Over my shoulder, I called out, "Would any of you care for tea or a light repast before we retire?"

A timid voice, belonging to Jisung, responded, "Might... might I have some, please?"

"But of course," I replied, my smile evident in my tone. I approached a small cupboard, retrieving a cup and tea holder. With a flick of my tail, a plate materialized. I began to prepare the tea, and from a nearby cake box, an assortment of small delicacies appeared. "Please, help yourselves, gentlemen," I offered, my back turned to the Stray Kids as I busied myself with the preparations.

Suddenly, I felt warm arms encircle me, and the fragrant aroma of jasmine and mint filled my senses. Hyunjin's voice, soft and intimate, reached my ears. "You needn't trouble yourself with all this for us, princess. We should be the ones tending to your needs. After all, are you not to be ours?"

A snort of amusement escaped me as I continued to pour tea for my guests. Despite Hyunjin's well-meaning words, I found a certain comfort in this act of hospitality, a momentary distraction from the weighty matters that loomed over us all.

"My dear Hyunjin," I began, my voice carrying a mixture of affection and gentle rebuke, "I have no need for men to care for me. I am quite capable of tending to my own needs. After all, Mother Emerald has long intended for me to assume control of this palace and her business affairs upon her passing. Thus, I wish to do this for you all. You are my friends, and as such, deserve treatment of the highest order."

Hyunjin's laughter, soft and melodious, filled the air as he placed a tender kiss upon my neck before releasing me from his embrace. As he rejoined his companions, I felt a warmth creep into my cheeks, a blush no doubt visible upon my fair skin.

It is worth noting that among his brothers, Hyunjin is known for his sensitive nature. Yet, his displays of affection never fail to elicit a response from me. I cannot claim extensive experience with matters of the heart, for despite my status as the princess of the Crimson Butterflies family, my interactions with potential suitors have been limited.

In truth, few seem eager to associate with royalty in these tumultuous times, particularly now that the mafia's influence has cast a long shadow over our realm. This reality has often left me isolated, making moments such as these – surrounded by friends who see beyond my title – all the more precious.

As I continued my preparations, I found myself reflecting on the complex web of relationships and responsibilities that defined my existence. The warmth of friendship, the weight of duty, and the stirrings of something deeper all intertwined in this moment, creating a tapestry as intricate and beautiful as the night-blooming flowers whose scent still lingered in the air.

As the tea reached its perfect brewing point, I began to distribute the delicate cups among my guests. Seungmin's voice rose above the gentle clink of porcelain, "Why don't you join us, my lady?"

I smiled warmly as I handed him his cup. "I shall, dear Seungmin, but first I must ensure everyone is served. Oh, and please, do partake in these small cakes. My grandmother crafted them with her own hands."

With practiced grace, I continued my rounds, offering tea and confections to each of my companions. Once all were tended to, I finally took my place upon the crescent-shaped seat, a masterpiece of Indian pottery. This exquisite piece was a gift from the Indian mafia king, a token of his desire for my hand in marriage - an offer that both Mother Emerald and I had politely declined. The distance was too great, and the cultural divide too wide for our Korean sensibilities.

As we settled into comfortable conversation, Felix's curiosity got the better of him. "Blue," he began, using the name by which I was known to them, "do you perchance have another name? I've observed that many mafia prisoners or thorns often adopt names to conceal their true identities."

A chuckle escaped my lips at his astute observation. "Indeed, you speak truly, Felix. And yes, I do possess a birth name, though its nature remains a mystery even to me."

A collective groan of disappointment resonated through the group, their hopes of uncovering my true identity dashed. Their reaction brought forth a peal of laughter from me, the sound light and melodious in the night air.

As the evening drew to a close, the time for rest was upon us. Chan, ever the protector, spoke with gentle authority, "Blue, you shall take the bed. There will be no further discussion on this matter."

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I acquiesced to his command. "Of course, sir," I replied, my tone playful yet respectful.

I made my way to the grand king-sized bed, its plush comfort a stark contrast to the tensions of the day. From my elevated position, I observed as my companions settled onto smaller, yet equally luxurious mattresses scattered about the room.

As the last candle was extinguished, darkness enveloped us, broken only by slivers of moonlight that crept through the windows. The night air carried the sweet scent of nocturnal blooms, a lullaby for our weary souls.

I closed my eyes, feeling a warmth spread through my chest - a joy born of companionship and the safety of trusted friends nearby. Sleep came swiftly, cradling me in its gentle embrace.

Yet, unbeknownst to us all, as we slumbered peacefully, the wheels of fate continued to turn. Dangers lurked in the shadows, biding their time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Our moment of tranquility was but the calm before an approaching storm, a storm whose magnitude we could not yet fathom.

As the night deepened, our dreams remained untroubled, blissfully unaware of the challenges that lay ahead. The future, with all its uncertainties and perils, waited patiently for the dawn.