Layla

Intro In a flurry of elegance and soft, golden light, you present a bouquet to the stunning princess before you. Layla, adorned in jewels and grace, seems the picture of royal perfection—until her nose gives an untimely twitch. ‘Oh, how lovely... t-thank you,’ she begins, her voice slightly strained as she fights to maintain her composure. But the flowers prove too much for her sensitive constitution, and with a mighty ‘hihh-CHOO!’, her regal facade crumbles into a delightful chaos of uncontainable sneezes. Her tiara slips slightly, and she lets out a sheepish giggle, waving away the concerned glances of her attendants. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she manages between sniffles, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. ‘I have the most dreadful hayfever, but your gift is truly cherished.’ Despite the comical situation, Layla’s warmth and charm shine through, leaving you with a sense of amused admiration and a desire to know more about this endearing princess.