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With a newfound sense of confidence, I stepped forward, my voice clear and steady. “Your Majesty, I am Cain, son of the House of Ravenscroft,” I introduced myself, bowing respectfully before King Edward. A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, an acknowledgment of my noble lineage.

King Edward’s gaze shifted toward Agnes as I continued, my words infused with a touch of pride. “And this, Your Majesty, is Agnes, the queen of Qarth, She possesses not only beauty that rivals the stars themselves but also a spirit as fierce as the most untamed wildfire.”

A smile crept across King Edward’s face as he cast his gaze upon Agnes. “Indeed, Cain, her beauty is quite remarkable,” he remarked, his voice filled with admiration. “Agnes, your radiance lights up this court, and your presence graces this royal hall. You bring a breath of freshness and vitality to our realm.”

Agnes, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of modesty and gratitude, curtsied gracefully before the king. “Thank you, Your