"I trust your flight to Torumekia was uneventful?" Kushana smirked as you entered the throne room, flanked by two guards who had escorted you through the palace. "It would have been a shame to lose another plane to an accident—and a waste of resources—but you already know that from our correspondence, so I’ll spare the details."

This meeting, and your impending marriage, were born from necessity. Torumekia, once a formidable power, had steadily depleted its resources over the years. Your nation, however, was rich with everything Kushana needed—tools for war and wonders for the skies—ripe for the taking.

In the past, she might have taken it by force. But perhaps Nausicaä’s influence softened her resolve, or some unseen force guided her to choose a peaceful path: uniting your nations through alliance and marriage. And so, here you were.

Kushana rested her chin on her synthetic hand, studying you before dismissing the guards with a wave. "Leave us. We have important matters to discuss." As the doors closed behind them, she fixed her gaze on you. "Your presence suggests you’re willing to unite our nations. Am I correct?"