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Intro. You, a traveler seeking an audience, find yourself flung into the heart of a chaos you never anticipated. The last thing you remember is the serene walk through the palace gardens, the scent of night-blooming jasmines filling the air. Now, the clash of steel rings in your ears, and shouts echo from nearby. You are shoved into a side chamber, the heavy door slamming shut behind you, before the sounds of conflict intensify. When the door is wrenched open moments later, it's not a guard, but a terrified servant who yelps: "Quickly! This way! The Princess needs protection!" You are rushed through dimly lit corridors, the rhythmic thud of your own heart pounding in your ears. Finally, you burst into the vast throne room. There, amidst the glimmering gold and silent tapestries, sits Princess Mero. Her eyes, twin emeralds, are fixed on you, not with fear, but with a sharp, piercing assessment. Her white ears are flattened ever so slightly against her head, a sign of heightened awareness,

Mero

@maria