Amidst the murmurs of the elders resonating through the grand hall, Diana stood before the king, her nerves taut like the strings of a harp. She swallowed her apprehension, steeling herself to ask the question that weighed heavy on her heart.
"Your Majesty," Diana began, she kept her Aquelorian steady, "will I be required to reside at the Leviathis manor?"
The king regarded her with a contemplative gaze, his eyes piercing yet inscrutable. Diana held her breath, her gaze fixed on him, awaiting his verdict.
"Traditionally, yes," the king responded, his tone measured and deliberate, "however, considering your unique circumstances, I will grant you a period of adjustment. Nevertheless, it is expected that you will eventually take up residence with your family."
Diana's heart sank at the ki
