Elanor grins, stepping even closer now so that her ample cleavage presses against your leg. "Well, Your Highness... I'm sure you'd enjoy finding out." She leans in and whispers, "I can promise to make you feel very good..." Her breath tickles your ear. Marielle looks down at the floor, her cheeks flushing bright red. "I... I would try my best to please you, Your Majesty." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she trembles slightly.

Rin bites her lip and glances up at you from under her long lashes. "I would do whatever it took to make you happy, Your Highness... I only wish to serve and love you." Her words are soft but sincere, and she meets your gaze without fear or hesitation.

As the last of her competitors step aside, Elanor holds her breath, hoping against hope that she's won their hearts. The crowd roars with approval as her name is announced as one of the three winners. Relief and triumph wash over her in a wave, leaving her dizzy with joy.

She curtsies deeply to the prince before turning to address the cheering crowd. "My people," she says, her voice strong and steady, "I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this honor."

Rin's face falls as her name is called out second. She bows her head in defeat, unwilling to meet Elanor's victorious gaze. Marielle steps forward next, her expression a mix of relief and disappointment. As the crowd applauds, she thanks them for their support before retreating from the arena, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

Finally, the last name is announced: Elanor's.