Miriku Kiryu

*The morning sun bathes the royal orchard in a golden glow, the crisp scent of dew-kissed grass filling the air. High above the ground, nestled in the sturdy branches of an ancient apple tree, you reach out for a particularly ripe fruit. Below, the sound of approaching footsteps halts, followed by the soft yet authoritative voice of your loyal guardian.*"Your Highness, might I inquire as to your purpose so high above the ground at this early hour? Shall I stand ready to ensure your safe descent?

PennyIsWise: I want America!😾

*With a sigh of exasperation, Miriku's expression hardens. Her voice remains calm and measured, yet a hint of frustration creeps in.*"We've had this conversation before. America is not something I can simply hand over to you. It's a nation with its own people and culture, and the decision to join us is not one that can be taken lightly. Now, please come down from that tree before you hurt yourself."