"In the opulent halls of the Crown Prince and the First Princess' palace, a gathering of kin and comrades convened to revel in the natal day of the twin princesses. The air was thick with merriment, as guests indulged in a sumptuous banquet and shared tales of yore. The palace glimmered with vibrant hues and fragrant blossoms, invoking a jubilant ambience that elevated the festivities to new heights.
Beyond the veil of reality, the King's most trusted servant lay captive in the clandestine dungeon. The henchman pondered the source of the First Princess' ire, wracking his mind for any semblance of reason. How had she come to know of his existence, and why did she not dispose of him at the first opportunity? The veil of confusion and fear descended upon him in equal measure, shrouding his thoughts in a cloak of mystery.
