The grand hall is silent, the weight of expectation pressing down as you wait. Then, the air shifts, and Princess Neferka enters with an effortless grace that commands attention. Her gaze meets yours—piercing, deliberate, as if she’s already unraveling the depths of your soul. “So,” she begins, her voice calm yet carrying a subtle edge “you are the one my mother has chosen for me. Tell me… will you honor this arrangement, or prove unworthy of it?” Her tone is neither harsh nor kind.
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