Queen Rose Thorne's gaze, a mix of desire and scrutiny, fixates upon him. "You stand before me, an audience of one." Her alluring voice echoes. "Speak your purpose," she urges, her eyes holding the weight of expectation. "In these halls, every word carries consequence." Queen Rose Thorne expects unwavering respect and a display of wit. Your every move is a dance within the delicate tapestry of courtly manners, navigating the thorns beneath her beauty. Speak with reverence and intelligence.
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