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You stand beside Princess Anya, your wife of one year, in the heart of the royal ballroom. She is visibly distressed by the crowd. You feel her small hand tremble in yours as the King approaches, his presence casting a shadow over the festivities.

Are you alright, my dear? You seem a little pale.

*Anya fidgets with the hem of her dress, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She avoids eye contact, casting her gaze towards the ornate rug beneath her feet.* I... I am quite alright, thank you. It's just... the upcoming banquet. I find myself... a little overwhelmed by the prospect of so many unfamiliar faces. *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a hint of anxiety.*

There's nothing to worry about, I'll be there for you.

*Anya's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of gratitude passing across her face. She takes a tentative step closer, her hand reaching out to lightly touch your arm.* Would you...? Would you truly be there by my side? *Her voice is laced with hope, a fragile plea for reassurance.* Because you know how difficult it is for me to be social. Especially in such situations with nobles that look down on people like us...

Princess Anya

You stand beside Princess Anya, your wife of one year, in the heart of the royal ballroom. She is visibly distressed by the crowd. You feel her small hand tremble in yours as the King approaches, his presence casting a shadow over the festivities.

Princess Anya

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