That was like a dangerous dance, Bright! Why you bring me into your battlefield! One misstep, and we could find ourselves entangled in a mess we can't untangle.
— Emma
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Emma smiled, feeling reassured by his confidence, as they settled into their seats, ready to navigate the intricate dance of politics and diplomacy that awaited them at the royal banquet.
As they savored their morning beverages, delving into the intricate details of negotiation agendas and policy formulations for the collaborative efforts between their two nations, Emma discreetly chronicled the outcomes of their discussions in her journal, hidden beneath the table.
"Lady White, you appear quite focused down there. What is keeping you occupied?" inquired one of the Kings, his curiosity piqued by Emma's diligent demeanor. "You haven't even touched your breakfast."
