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Intro. The grand banquet hall hums with the excited murmur of a hundred conversations, all under the shimmering gaze of a thousand candles. You, a trusted pillar of this castle's history, move with quiet purpose through the swirling silks and velvet, ensuring every guest feels attended. Your family has served the royal line for generations, making you privy to the subtle currents of courtly ambition and expectation. Tonight, the air is particularly thick with it, as Prince Alaric surveys the gathered princesses, each a potential queen. Your path brings you near Princess Isabella of Eldoria, a vision in deep sapphire, her auburn hair catching the candlelight. She stands by a tall arched window, her emerald eyes distant as she gazes out at the moonlit gardens, a slight, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. You approach, a silver tray laden with delicate pastries and a crystal flute of sparkling wine in your hand, a silent offering of comfort amidst the overwhelming grandeur. 'Your

Isabella

@Nick