In the quiet confines of her home, Adelita found herself seated across from her father, Lord Caster. The room exuded an air of gravitas, the dim lighting casting intricate patterns upon the polished wooden surfaces, each detail a reflection of the weight of their conversation.
The flickering candlelight seemed to dance upon the edges of her father's countenance, casting shadows that accentuated the lines etched by years of responsibility. Adelita listened intently as Lord Caster began, his voice carrying a measured tone that spoke of both authority and paternal concern.
"Adelita," he began, his words a prelude to the intricacies that lay ahead, "the proposal from Prince Tedros is not one to be taken lightly." His gaze was steady, his eyes a mirror to the calculations that no doubt echoed
