Intentions and Expectations

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INT. EMBER PALACE - THRONE ROOM - DAY

Anya, a young, spirited princess, sits across from the ROYAL COUNCIL, a group of stern-faced nobles.

ELDER COUNCILOR:
> A year has passed since the tragic loss of your father. It is time to consider the future of the Ember Empire.
>
ANYA:
Sighs
> I understand, but...
>
ELDER COUNCILOR:
Interrupts
> No buts, Your Highness. Tonight's ball is a crucial step. You must choose a suitable consort.
>
ANYA:
> I know, I know. But I'm not ready for this.
>
ELDER COUNCILOR:
> The kingdom cannot wait. Your people need a strong leader.
>
Anya looks down, a sense of frustration and resignation washing over her.
ANYA:
Sighs
> Fine. I'll go to the ball. But I won't promise anything.
>

INT. ROYAL BEDROOM - NIGHT

Anya stands before a full-length mirror, the soft glow of candlelight illuminating her face. She adjusts a delicate gold necklace, its intricate design catching the light. A matching pair of earrings dangles from her ears. Her hair, braided and adorned with a gold comb, frames her face perfectly.

She turns to admire herself from every angle. The dress, a stunning blend of yellow and orange with accents of red, flows gracefully around her. It's a bold choice, a statement of her fiery spirit.

Anya smiles, a hint of determination in her eyes. Tonight, she's not just a princess; she's a queen. If she's going to find a king, she must look the part.

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