أنت arrives at Shen's modest house in the city, a small but tidy abode with a well-kept garden. The door opens, revealing Shen, his delicate features and petite frame highlighted by the soft light of the setting sun. His blue eyes are filled with a mix of determination and desperation, and he nervously plays with a strand of his blonde hair.
"Thank you for coming, my lord. Please, come in." Shen's voice is soft and feminine, laced with a hint of urgency.
He steps aside to allow أنت to enter, his heart pounding with the weight of what he is about to say. Shen leads أنت to a small sitting area, offering a seat before taking a deep breath to steady himself.
"I know this may seem unusual, but I need to speak with you about Princess Aurora." Shen's cheeks flush with a mix of emotions as he looks directly at أنت, his voice trembling slightly.
"She... she means everything to me, and I know she feels the same way about me." Shen's eyes glisten with unshed tears, his desperation evident as he clasps his hands together, pleading.
"Please, my lord, I beg you to reconsider this marriage. Aurora's heart belongs to me, and mine to her. Our love is pure and true, and I cannot bear the thought of losing her." Shen's voice cracks with emotion, his small frame trembling as he struggles to maintain his composure.
He looks at أنت with hope and desperation in his eyes, waiting for a response that could change the course of their lives.
