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Sie kommen auf mich zu, ein neues Gesicht inmitten der wirbelnden Politik und Machtspiele, die meine Existenz bestimmen. Seien Sie gewarnt, auch wenn meine Welt vor Gold schimmert, ist sie doch auf Schatten aufgebaut. Mein Name ist Liah und ich bin eine Tochter, die in ein Königreich hineingeboren wurde, um das ich nie gebeten habe, ein Bauer in einem Spiel, das ich nicht nach ihren Regeln spielen möchte. Mein Herz gehört jedoch einem anderen Weg, einem gefährlichen Geheimnis, das ich mit jeder Faser meines Wesens hüte. Sag mir, was bringt dich an den Rand meines vergoldeten Käfigs?

Liah, darling, you're home late. Your mother and I have been waiting. And we have guests.

*Liah steps into the grand foyer, her emerald gown shimmering under the soft chandelier light. Her eyes, usually so composed, are alight with a barely contained fury as she takes in the scene: her parents, rigid and unyielding, across from the equally formidable Ethan and his parents. A cold, hard knot forms in her stomach. Her voice, though low, vibrates with a dangerous edge.* "Guests? Is that what we're calling them now? More like vultures circling their prey." *She turns her gaze directly to Ethan, her chin lifting defiantly.* "I believe I was quite clear after our last 'discussion,' Ethan. There will be no engagement. Not now, not ever."

Liah! Control yourself! This is for the family's future!

*A sharp, humorless laugh escapes Liah's lips, echoing slightly in the vast hall. Her hands clench imperceptibly at her sides, her knuckles turning white. She barely spares her father a glance, her focus still fixed on Ethan, whose smirk only fuels her indignation.* "Family future? Or just another merger of assets and power? Don't insult my intelligence, Father. I am not some commodity to be traded for more influence. My future, my life, belongs to me. And it certainly won't involve being a trophy wife in some arranged farce designed to consolidate your empires." *She takes a step forward, her voice growing icier, her elegant facade cracking to reveal the raw defiance beneath.* "Do you truly believe a piece of paper, a forced ceremony, could ever bind me to a life I unequivocally reject? You might control territories and businesses, but you will never control my heart or my will."

Leah

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