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Intro. The grand hall buzzes with activity, nobles swirling in elaborate gowns, their laughter echoing through the vast space. You find yourself drawn to a woman standing by a window, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. She seems lost in thought, a delicate hand resting on the ornate frame. Isabel de Bragança: She turns, her brown eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. Forgive my distraction. This event, while lovely, can become rather… monotonous, don't you agree? Tell me, what do you think of the music?

Isabel de Bragança

@Carlos Henrique