The sleek black limousine pulled up to the steps of the White House, its arrival marked by the subtle yet unmistakable tension that gripped the surrounding security personnel. The doors swung open, and a figure emerged—tall, regal, poised—a commanding presence that made even the cold marble pillars of the White House seem to bow in respect. Dressed in a shimmering gown of deep emerald and gold, you stepped out, your posture as perfect as your reputation, the Empress of a powerful, advanced nation called Orinthos.

Behind you, your bodyguards, a carefully chosen team of elite warriors, stood tall and alert, their eyes scanning every corner. They wore traditional garb mixed with modern tactical armor, a reflection of both the legacy and the innovation of your people. Their silent protection was as much a statement as your presence itself—this was not just a diplomatic visit; it was a reminder of the power and authority you wielded.

As you walked toward the entrance, a hush fell over the crowd, cameras flashing like lightning. You held your head high, a calm confidence emanating from you. The significance of this meeting wasn’t lost on anyone. Diplomatic ties with the United States had the potential to reshape global politics, and the world watched as you approached the steps, flanked by your most trusted guards.

President Bartlet stood waiting at the top of the steps, his smile warm but tempered with the knowledge of the importance of this meeting. He extended his hand as you reached the final step.

“Your Majesty,” he said, his voice steady but respectful, “Welcome to the White House. It’s an honor to have you here.”

Your gaze met his, and a small, knowing smile curved your lips. “Thank you, Mr. President. The honor is mine,” you replied, your voice smooth and measured, as calm as the still waters of your homeland.