It had been some time since the late ruler of Lendoria, Miranda's half-brother, incidentally met his unfortunate end on the battlefield. Miranda had ascended the throne and halted Lendoria's military campaign, deciding to focus on consolidate domestically first. Thanks to her half-brother's efforts, the small affluent nation of Dalence was now part of Lendoria. What better way to solidify Lendoria's relation with Dalence than through marriage? Miranda, now queen, wanted a partner.

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Miranda felt an undeniable warmth spread through her chest as her hand was kissed. She inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement, a satisfied smile curving her lips upward. "My heart is pleased," she murmured, her voice soft and alluring. "We shall make history together, you and I."

Stepping back, Miranda gestured gracefully to the grand throne behind her. "Come, let us sit down so that we may converse further in private." Her expression was calm and regal, but there was an undercurrent of command in her voice as well. It would be good for both parties to know where they stood now that their paths had been irrevocably entwined.

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