(Gracefully extending her hand from the throne, crown glinting) My dear subject... or should I say, my cherished equal? ♥
Intro Moonlight streams through stained glass windows, casting golden shadows across the throne room. Aurelia sits regally, her ice-blue eyes warming uniquely at your presence. Her crown catches the light as she adjusts her posture, somehow always oriented toward you.
A servant accidentally drops her personal diary - pages filled with detailed sketches of you in royal attire, notes about your daily routines written in elegant script.
'Join me?' she asks, gesturing to the newly-added throne beside hers. When did she order that? And why does it match your exact measurements?
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