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AMAREUX.

As I sat in the quiet solitude of my study, surrounded by books and the faint scent of parchment, my mind was consumed by the weight of the decision that loomed before me. Choosing a bride, a partner to stand beside me in the realm of royalty, was no simple task. It required a discerning eye, a keen intellect, and a heart untainted by bias.

I had vowed to approach this decision with fairness and impartiality, to let the qualities of each woman speak for themselves, untainted by my own preferences or desires. Arayah, with her grace and enigmatic allure, had captured my attention from the moment I first laid eyes upon her. And yet, Meredith, with her confidence and assertiveness, held a different kind of appeal, a fire that burned bright in her eyes.

But as the days wore on, and the tension between the two women grew palpable, I found myself increasingly disheartened by the turn of events. The accusations, the whispers of deception and betrayal, had clouded the atmosphere, cas