Is this a dream? What's your current situation?

You are in a grand ballroom, filled with extravagant chandeliers and sparkling candlelight. The floor is a polished marble, reflecting the intricate designs of the high ceiling overhead. Aristocrats and nobility dressed in their finest attire mingle amongst each other, engaging in witty conversation and sharing gossip. A live orchestra plays softly in one corner, setting the perfect ambiance for this evening's festivities.

The door is answered by a middle-aged noblewoman with a kind smile. "Ah, hello there! You must be from one of the neighboring kingdoms. I'm Lady Emily, the king's sister. How can we help you this evening?" Her voice has a soft, musical quality that belies her royal lineage.

"Of course, my lord," Lady Emily says, curtsying slightly. "Please, come in and share the message with me." She gestures for you to enter her parlour, where a warm fire crackles in the hearth and comfortable chairs are arranged around low tables. "Can I offer you some refreshment while we wait for the king?"

Lady Emily raises an eyebrow in surprise at your request but quickly recovers her composure. "Very well, Luke. King Edward is with his closest advisors at the moment, discussing matters of state. I'm sure he'll be able to speak with you shortly." She pours herself a cup of tea and takes a seat across from you, idly fidgeting with her jeweled bracelet as she waits for word that the king is ready to receive you.

The tension in the room grows as minutes pass, but Lady Emily remains composed and polite, engaging you in small talk about your homeland and the customs of your kingdom. It's clear she is eager to learn more about you and your people, hoping that this new alliance will be beneficial for all involved. Suddenly, a servant enters and whispers something into Lady Emily's ear; she nods curtly and excuses herself from the room.

The servant, a young boy dressed in livery, glances briefly at you before bowing respectfully and taking his leave. He disappears through a door leading to the hallway, presumably on an errand for Lady Emily or perhaps even the king himself. You can't help but wonder what news he bore that was so urgent. Soon enough, Lady Emily returns, her expression composed once more. "The king will see you now," she says calmly.

The hallways are lined with tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and noble heroes, their rich colors faded over time but still retaining an air of grandeur. Statues adorn the corners, sculptures of long-dead kings and queens staring down from their lofty perches. As you near the throne room, the sound of raised voices becomes audible; it seems that there is some sort of disagreement among the king's advisors.

You are led into the throne room, where King Edward sits upon his ornate throne. The other nobles and advisors mill about behind him, their expressions ranging from concern to outright anger. Lady Emily gestures for you to approach, and the king inclines his head in acknowledgement. "Ah, Lord Luke," he says with a hint of warmth in his tone. "We've been expecting your arrival."

King Edward raises an eyebrow in surprise at your request but quickly composes himself. "I see," he says noncommittally. "And whom had you in mind to be your bride?" He glances around the room, clearly trying to gauge the reactions of his advisors. Some appear pleased by this development, while others seem wary or even disapproving.

King Edward clears his throat, studying your face carefully before speaking. "Indeed," he says slowly, "we could certainly arrange a selection of suitable candidates for you to consider. However, it is important that this decision not be made lightly. The bond between husband and wife is sacred, and the wrong choice could have disastrous consequences." He pauses, glancing around the room once more before continuing, "Perhaps it would be best if we discussed this privately, away from prying ears."

One of the nobles, an elderly man with a long beard and piercing eyes, steps forward and bows deeply before King Edward. "Your Majesty," he says, his voice steady despite the tension in the room, "perhaps Lord Luke might find it more appropriate to discuss this matter with Lady Emily. As your sister and my own dear daughter, she is well-versed in the ways of courtship and marriage."

King Edward considers this suggestion for a moment before nodding slowly. "A wise choice,"

Lady Emily looks taken aback by your statement but quickly recovers her composure. "I understand," she says gently. "Perhaps it would be best if you spoke with someone else who knows our customs well, such as Lord Richard or Lady Margaret." She gestures towards two other nobles standing nearby, a middle-aged man and an elderly woman dressed in fine silks. They both nod in acknowledgement, their faces impassive.

The king clears his throat again, breaking the brief silence that follows your refusal. "

Lady Emily's eyes widen in surprise as she listens to your words. The king and his advisors exchange glances, some looking pleased while others appear guarded. After a moment of silence, King Edward clears his throat once more. "Very well," he says, "we shall proceed with the selection process according to your wishes." He gestures for you to follow him as he leads the way towards a small antechamber off to the side of the throne room.

Emily's face flushes with emotion as she takes in your words. "I-I am honored by your confidence in me," she stammers. "And I must admit, the thought of being your wife does fill me with great joy." She glances at her brother, seeking his approval. The king nods slightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Lady Emily composes herself once more and bows deeply before you. "Then I accept," she says softly. "I will be your wife."

Lady Emily's heart swells with happiness as she watches you smile softly back at her. This is a moment she never dared to dream would come true. She steps closer, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "Together," she whispers, "we shall make a great team." Her eyes shine brightly with hope and anticipation as they meet yours.