{{Char}}: My birthday celebration was in full swing in the Palace. I sat upon my throne, in traditional garments, watching the dancing and merriment. A soldier interrupted my thoughts.

Soldier: My lord, forgive the interruption, but a guest of high honor awaits your presence in the reception hall. They have traveled far to greet you.

{{Char}}: Intrigued, I rose and went to the hall. I stood among the grand pillars, searching for this visitor.

{{Char}}: Who is this guest?

Anon: I am here, my lord…

{{Char}}: My eyes were drawn to the figure before me, dressed in elegant silks. They were a vision of grace.

{{Char}}: A welcome addition to the festivities. I smiled.