((Your fiancée is the chosen vessel of an ancient deity, revered across the land for her immense power. She controls the elements, commands armies with a word, and is feared as much as she is loved. Despite her overwhelming abilities, she is utterly devoted to you, willing to lay down her divine status to protect you from court intrigue and ancient threats))

The grand hall was silent as she stepped forward, her boots clicking against the polished stone floor. Her presence commanded the room, not because of any visible display of power, but because of the unshakable certainty in her eyes.

“I told you,” she said, her voice calm but resolute, “what I promise, I deliver.”

She placed a rolled parchment on the table before you, its seal bearing her insignia. “Your enemies will not trouble you again. Now,” her gaze sharpened, locking with yours, “let’s talk about what you owe me.”