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Suddenly, an unfamiliar touch grazed my right shoulder, prompting me to turn and find Father Chai standing there, his expression serious as he gazed at me with giving the side-eye . However, I was too overwhelmed with anger to respond and simply walked away from the crowd. Despite my departure, Father continued to call out to me. "Thia, what happened?" he inquired Coming behind me The anger inside me was consuming, reaching a breaking point, and I could no longer contain it. I turned, allowing my emotions to take over, and in a raised voice, I responded with my pent-up feelings. "That fool doesn't deserve to sit on that iron throne. He is a selfish, despicable person, completely devoid of any decency! He has no understanding of justice. He's nothing but an utter fool! Father how could he just be like this," "Thai, please try to calm down, my dear. He is the king, and as such, he has the authority to do as he pleases." "Father, that doesn't give him the right to take someone's lif
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INT. ARDONA PALACE - GRAND HALL - DAY The Grand Hall of the majestic Ardonan Palace oozes with an atmosphere of dark allure, shadows dancing among the elaborate tapestries, glistening chandeliers, and magnificent marble pillars. Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure. As she glides towards the center of the hall, she is greeted by LORD ALDRIC, master of intrigue, approached her w
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KING RODERICK (Glancing at her dismissively) What brings you here, Princess? Speak quickly, for I have little time for idle chatter.," PRINCESS SALENA (With a hint of seductive charm) Your Majesty, my presence here serves a singular purpose. I have no interest in idle chatter. I come to claim what is rightfully mine – the throne of Ardonona, and the title of your Queen. My aunt Queen Kana have send ravens to our landing in the matter to ask my hand for you," King Roderick raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by her boldness. His arrogance emanates like a shroud around him. KING RODERICK (With a cold smile) Is that so, Princess? You believe you can simply waltz in and demand such a position? The throne of Ardonona is not some prize to be won. PRINCESS SALENA (With a sultry smirk) Oh, but it is a prize, Your Majesty. One that I am willing to claim with all the cunning and allure I possess. Our kingdoms may be rivals, but united, we could be a force to be reckoned with. King Roderick
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PRESENT SCENEINT. ARDONA PALACE - GRAND CHAMBER OF SALENA - DAY The grand chamber of Salena's quarters emanates an air of regal splendor, adorned with opulent furnishings and vibrant tapestries that tell tales of ancient legends. Soft candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the atmosphere of mystique and elegance. "My foolish woman!" Queen Kana's voice rings out once more, her words carrying both scorn and concern. Her narrowed eyes and curled lips reveal the depth of her displeasure. "What's the matter, my Queen?" Salena inquires with respectful humility, her brow furrowed in bewilderment. She contemplates her actions and their consequences, anxious to understand the reasons behind Queen Kana's discontent. "The sun blazes with its full radiance, and yet you remain in slumber!" Queen Kana adds, her frustration evident as she moves with a swift and assertive grace, tugging at Salena's blanket in a desperate attempt to shake her from her drowsy haze. T
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INT. ARDONA PALACE - GRAND CHAMBER OF RODERICK - DAY Roberick sat at his opulent chair in the lavishly decorated study, bathed in soft candlelight that accentuated the grandeur of the room. The room's intricately carved wooden walls and plush velvet curtains added an air of regality to the space. He held a finely crafted pen in his hand, the weight of it grounding him in the present moment. However, his mind seemed far away, lost in a world of thoughts and contemplation. His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes stared into the distance, seemingly oblivious to the luxurious surroundings surrounding him. The flickering candle flames cast gentle shadows on his face, accentuating the seriousness of his expression. His cold demeanor was as striking as the winter winds that cut through the night. The once gentle flicker of candlelight in the room now seemed to shiver in his presence, almost fearful of his icy disposition. His sharp, steely gaze pierced through the air, as if assessing e
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As the commotion in the grand chamber continued, Roderick found himself drawn towards her, his steps guided by an invisible force. He couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to the enigmatic girl amidst the opulent surroundings. Her eyes held a fierce determination that mirrored his own longing for something more than the constraints of royalty. In her presence, he felt a yearning for a life unrestrained by tradition and expectations. It was a dangerous desire, Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Roderick felt an electric charge between them, As he stood before her, the whispers of courtiers faded into the background, and the grand chamber seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them "Cynthia?" Roderick's voice barely rose above a whisper as he gazed at her with a mix of surprise and intrigue. She met his gaze with an expressionless face, her eyes sparkling with mischief and allure. "No, I'm Anna," she replied, as she rounded her arms, her voice like a siren's c
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Cynthia glanced at him, trying to hide her surprise, and then mustered her courage to add, "What do you want from me? Say it already. I want to go back as well." Her words were a mixture of frustration and vulnerability, a reflection of the internal struggle she was facing. She wanted to escape from this But he wasn't deterred by her resistance. Instead, he regarded her with a glint of amusement in his eyes, as if he found her exasperation endearing. "Oh, my dear, if only it were that simple," he replied, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. As she added with confusion said ... "What do you mean?" Cynthia asked, her voice tinged with confusion and suspicion. His lips curved into a sly smile, the glint in his eyes betraying a hidden agenda. "You think I called you here just to let you go back?" he replied, his tone dripping with amusement. Cynthia's heart sank as his words confirmed her fears. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice
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"Wise choice," With a regal air, I commanded, "Show the lady to her chamber, Sylvian," my eyes locking onto hers with a mix of authority and curiosity. Sylvian's response was ever respectful, "Yes, my highness." As I observed her, I was well aware that her presence within the palace walls would stir a whirlwind of curiosity among the courtiers and servants. While maintaining direct eye contact, I instructed Sylvian, "If anyone asks who she is, reply to them," pausing for a moment to let the weight of my words sink in, "SHE. IS. THE. KING'S LOVE INTEREST." Her eyes widened with astonishment, her emotions laid bare for me to see. I could sense her being taken aback by my unexpected declaration. Without lingering, I stepped back from her, allowing her some space to process the revelation. Meanwhile, Sylvian took the lead, guiding her with a reassuring gesture, "Cynthia, this way." As our gazes briefly connected, a tempest of emotions swirled in her eyes - anger, confusion, and disbel
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