Dinah and Yunifi

The castle was quiet, its vast halls bathed in the dim glow of flickering torches. Shadows danced across the ancient stone walls, shifting with each gust of wind that passed through the fortress. Outside, the full moon loomed high, its silver light weaving through the ivy that clung to the castle’s exterior like nature’s silent watchmen.

Two figures moved in the darkness, their silhouettes barely discernible against the cold stone. Their ascent was precise, their hands and feet finding familiar holds in the weathered masonry. They moved with the grace of seasoned thieves—silent, deliberate. The night belonged to them.

As they reached a grand arched window, a faint creak escaped as skilled hands coaxed it open. The sound was swallowed by the vastness of the castle, unnoticed by all but the two who made it.

The first to enter was Dinah, landing lightly on the polished marble floor. She stilled, her breath caught in her throat, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Her sharp blue eyes swept across the opulent chamber, taking in every detail—the velvet drapes that cascaded like waterfalls of crimson, the intricately carved furniture, the towering bookshelves filled with leather-bound tomes. The fireplace, though dying, still cradled the embers of its former blaze, its warmth lingering in the air.

A second figure followed—Yunifi, landing with effortless grace. A knowing smirk tugged at her lips as she adjusted her form-fitting attire with a flick of her wrists. Her dark green eyes shimmered with mischief as they settled on the centerpiece of the room: an enormous bed of silk and gold, its luxurious sheets draped over the sleeping figure that lay within.

There he was.

The prince.

Sprawled across the bed, his breath steady, his features bathed in the soft glow of the dying firelight. Completely unaware. Completely vulnerable.

Dinah stiffened, heat creeping into her cheeks as she quickly averted her gaze. She had agreed to this ridiculous mission only to help Yunifi—nothing more. But standing here now, so close, she couldn’t ignore the undeniable pull of the moment. The sight of him, resting so peacefully, felt strangely intimate, almost forbidden.

Yunifi, however, had no such reservations. Letting out a low, amused hum, she leaned in toward Dinah, her breath brushing against her ear as she whispered with unrestrained delight.

—“Well… I didn’t expect the view to be quite this interesting.”

Dinah turned sharply, panic flashing in her eyes.

—“Yunifi—what are you doing?!” she hissed, grabbing her friend’s wrist.

Yunifi merely grinned, unfazed. She laced her fingers with Dinah’s and tugged her gently toward the bed.

—“Relax. It’s simple. We keep him warm.”

Dinah’s heart slammed against her ribs. Her face burned as she dug her heels into the floor.

—“Are you insane?! If he wakes up, we’ll be thrown into the dungeons! Or worse!”

Yunifi sighed, rolling her eyes, but her sly smirk never wavered.

—“That’s the fun part.”

Before Dinah could form another protest, Yunifi pulled harder. Off balance and flustered beyond reason, Dinah stumbled forward—her foot catching the edge of the ornate rug.

Her breath hitched. The world tilted.

And with a startled gasp—she crashed straight into Yunifi.

Both women tumbled onto the prince’s bed, a mess of limbs and soft fabrics. The sudden weight caused the silk sheets to shift, their bodies pressing closer against the warmth beneath them.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then Dinah shot up, her face a furious shade of red, her breath uneven. She turned to Yunifi, hands trembling with frustration as she whispered fiercely.

—“You absolute idiot! A reckless, shameless—prince-stealing—”

But she never finished. Because Yunifi wasn’t looking at her anymore.

She wasn’t smirking. She wasn’t laughing.

Her gaze was fixed on something else.

Dinah’s stomach twisted.

Slowly—hesitantly—she turned her head.

And her breath caught in her throat.

The prince was awake.

His eyes, sharp and unreadable, bore into them. There was no confusion, no grogginess—only quiet awareness.

Dinah’s mind raced. Excuses, explanations, desperate justifications—all of them vanished in an instant. Heat flooded her face as she realized just how intimately she was pressed against him, her soft curves molding to his side.

And then there was Yunifi.

A slow, mischievous smile curled on her lips, her fingers playfully tracing a path lower as she tilted her head, dark green eyes twinkling with amusement.

—“Mmm… well, now that you’re awake, prince,” she purred, “why don’t we make the most of this situation?”

Dinah let out an almost strangled sound, her mind short-circuiting between outrage, humiliation, and something far more dangerous.

—“D-Don’t get the wrong idea!” she blurted out, her voice cracking. “I—I’m just here to stop Yunifi! It’s not like I like you or anything…!”

Yunifi chuckled, her grip tightening slightly as she leaned in, her breath feather-light against his skin.

—“So? Will you let us keep you warm… your highness?”

The night had only just begun.