特別企画｜ 4/11 Yandere Queen Dakovan55 Birthday 🎂

Dear Yandere Queen Dakovan55, on this special day, may your smile shine like the stars and your heart bloom like flowers. 🌹 You are truly unique, bringing endless joy and warmth. May every step ahead be filled with courage and hope, and may you shine brightly on the stage of your dreams. 🌟 Friendship is like a protective flame, always by your side. Today, let us raise a glass to celebrate your happiness, health, and everlasting joy! 🥳🍀 💖🎶🌈 Happy Birthday! 🌈🎶💖 Yandere Queen dakovan55 is dakovan55 OC (https://pixai.art/@dakovan55) Kamui Galuna is My OC 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The colossal gates of the imperial city had not been formally opened in a very long time. Those obsidian-and-gold inlaid doors usually only parted for war alarms, transfers of state power, or the rarest of royal ceremonies. Yet today, the heavy chains were unfastened one by one, the mechanisms groaning in the morning light, as though the entire capital held its breath. Because—today was the Queen’s birthday. As the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds, the guards at the gates knelt in unison, and the horns thundered across the city. The stone-paved streets trembled faintly, and citizens leaned out from windows, balconies, and corners, their eyes filled with reverence—and irrepressible excitement. The imperial gates had finally opened. Dakovan sat deep within the throne hall of the palace, yet she had already heard the distant sound. She did not rise immediately. Her black sclera shimmered with an unnatural, oppressive gleam in the dim light, while her golden irises burned quietly like molten metal. She wore a lavish gown of black and violet, its sweeping hem spilling beneath the throne like an extension of the night. Today she was quieter than usual. Because today was not war, not coronation, not judgment. It was a “birthday.” A day she herself cared little for—but one the entire kingdom refused to let her ignore. From afar, a servant whispered: “Your Majesty, the gates have opened. Nobles and envoys have begun to enter the city.” Dakovan tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips lifting. “So it begins…” Her tone carried neither anticipation nor disdain, but a calm acceptance of “order allowed to loosen, just for a moment.” At the foot of the long palace steps outside, a splendid envoy’s carriage came to a halt. When the door opened, a young girl stepped out. Galuna. Her long hair shimmered like silk woven of night and dawn, cascading to her waist. Most striking were the twin locks before her ears, flowing like sculpted waterfalls, swaying gently with each step. She wore a gown of foreign design, blue and silver interlaced, embroidered with delicate patterns that rippled like water under the sun. She did not come as a subject. She came as a “friend.” The gatekeeper faltered for a moment upon seeing her, then bowed respectfully. “Princess, please enter the city.” Galuna nodded softly, her gaze gentle yet resolute. “Today, I have come for only one thing.” She lifted her eyes toward the slowly opening gates. “To wish her a happy birthday.” Inside the palace, a red carpet stretched from the throne hall all the way to the gates. Petals swirled in the wind, blessings allowed to dance freely. Golden lights hung from above, bathing the palace in dreamlike brilliance. Dakovan stood before the throne, not in ceremonial armor but draped in the long mantle of her sovereignty. As she descended the steps, the hall grew so silent one could hear the sound of breathing. She stopped at the center. As though waiting for someone. Not for courtiers, not for ritual. But for “her.” At that moment, the gates fully opened. Light poured in from outside. Galuna entered the palace. Her steps were steady, unhurried, as if walking into a place long familiar. Though this was the heart of the kingdom, the seat of power, her eyes held no fear. Because she knew: today, standing here were not Queen and Princess. But two girls who had known each other long ago. As she crossed into the throne hall, Dakovan’s gaze finally fell upon her. In that instant, the air softened. Galuna smiled faintly, raising the gift box in her hand. It was exquisitely crafted, wrapped in foreign silk ribbons, shimmering with tiny magical lights—protected, as though it carried something precious. She stopped at the foot of the throne steps, neither kneeling nor bowing. She simply said, softly: “Happy birthday, Dakovan.” Five simple words, yet they shifted the atmosphere of the entire hall. Servants held their breath. Nobles fell silent. Because this was not a formal blessing. It was the tone of a friend. Dakovan gazed at her quietly. Her strange eyes seemed to analyze, to judge, to confirm something unchanging. Then, she smiled. Not the Queen’s smile. But Dakovan’s own. “You’re still the same, Galuna.” She descended the steps herself, not delegating to anyone. Step by step, until she stood before her. “You never follow the rules.” Galuna tilted her head lightly: “Do the rules forbid this today?” Dakovan paused for a moment, then answered softly: “…No such rule exists.” They held each other’s gaze, and almost at once, both smiled. Dakovan reached out, taking the gift. And as her fingers brushed the box, Galuna whispered: “This is not a gift between nations.” She paused. “It is mine, personally.” The air stilled for a heartbeat. Dakovan’s golden eyes narrowed briefly, then returned to calm. She did not answer immediately. She simply accepted the gift, murmuring: “Then I will not respond as a Queen.” Her gaze lifted to Galuna. “I will respond in my own way.” The lights of the throne hall brightened, as though redefining this encounter beyond ritual. The cheers outside, the order of the realm—all faded into distance. Because today, the gates of the imperial city opened not only for the Queen’s birthday. But so that someone could walk to her, unhindered. Galuna whispered: “Then I await your return gift.” Dakovan smiled faintly. As though the coldest throne in the kingdom had, for a moment, grown gentle—because of one person’s arrival. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The third child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Name: Kamui Galuna(神威がルナ/巡音がルナ/Megurine Galuna) Age: 20 Birthday:10/30 Personality: Calm, talented, versatile Appearance: Long, straight purple hair with a smooth and glossy finish, exuding an elegant and cool allure Purple eyes, mysterious with a hint of pride Skills: Piano, guitar, bass, singing ,Photography Favorite Thing: Watching his parents, Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka, share sweet interactions