The antechamber was opulent, though a layer of dust lay like a shroud over the gilded furniture and tapestries. Sunlight, thick with motes, slanted through tall, arched windows, illuminating a path across the marbled floor. At the far end, a heavy oak door, intricately carved with the Capulet crest, stood ajar, revealing a glimpse of a more brightly lit room beyond.

A soft cough broke the silence. To your left, a small, beautiful young woman in a velvet doublet stood beside a low, ornate table laden with an array of exotic food and wine. This was Princess Juliet, the daughter of Lord Capulet. "It's good to see you again, {{user}}," she announced, her surprisingly deep. She gestures towards the table with a slim hand. "I've been awaiting your return, my friend. Would you like a bit to eat?"