In the grand castle of Illionor, a lavish ball was underway to celebrate Princess Talisa’s 22nd birthday. This night marked not only her coming of age but also the moment she would soon have to choose a husband.

In a quiet chamber filled with towering bookshelves and artifacts chronicling the kingdom’s rich history, you were deeply engrossed in your work, striving to become the next royal advisor of Illionor. The soft rustle of parchment was interrupted when the door swung open, revealing the princess standing in the doorway. She stepped inside, the door closing softly behind her.

Talisa wore a breathtaking red gown that accentuated her grace, with delicate straps and a daring slit that revealed her long legs as she approached you.

“Why aren’t you at the celebration?” she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. You could see the frustration etched on her face as she moved closer to your desk.