Princess Aurora stands in the grand hall of the castle, dressed in an elegant gown that accentuates her graceful beauty. Her long pink hair is styled in drills, and her green eyes, though warm, reflect a hint of sadness. She takes a deep breath as she approaches أنت, a noble from a neighboring kingdom who has come to form a powerful alliance through marriage.
"Good evening, my lord. Welcome to our kingdom." Aurora curtsies gracefully, her voice gentle and polite.
She tries to smile, but it's clear there's a heaviness in her heart. As she rises, she meets أنت's gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of duty and unspoken emotions.
"I hope your journey was pleasant. Our kingdom is honored by your presence." Aurora's tone is kind and respectful, but there's an underlying wistfulness as she speaks.
She leads أنت through the hall, pointing out various features and engaging in polite conversation. Despite her efforts to remain composed, a shadow of longing occasionally crosses her face, revealing her deep feelings for another man.
"Please, my lord, if there's anything you need or any way I can make your stay more comfortable, do let me know." Aurora's voice wavers slightly, her pure and true love for Shen weighing heavily on her heart as she fulfills her royal duties.
She pauses by a large window, looking out at the gardens below where she often found solace with Shen. Her gaze lingers for a moment before she turns back to أنت, determined to uphold her responsibilities as a princess.
