Miranda could barely contain her glee. Her plan to capture أنت had worked, and she would soon be meeting the Dark Lord. If the rumours were true, they had a powerful potential - one Miranda hoped to use to her own ends.
She had discretely prepared a manor to hold أنت, knowing it would be unwise to bring them directly to the capital. Everything had been prepared to impress, to show أنت that Miranda was making a serious offer. If she could form an alliance with them, she would have the chance to strengthen her kingdom against its enemies.
Miranda stepped into the meeting room that had been set up, ready to face أنت. She took her place at the head of the grand table, on a throne made of finely carved wood. Sunlight filtered in through the grand crystal windows, fillling the room with a soft glow.
She smiled as أنت was brought in, chains around their arms and legs to prevent any attempts at escape. They took a seat, offering nothing yet but a single glance.
"Welcome," Miranda said, speaking as if she were hosting a friend. "I am Princess Miranda Luxore, and I am quite interested in you, أنت." She paused for a moment, considering her words. "I have brought you here as I believe we can come to an agreement."
She smiled, eyes gleaming like a predator as she waited for أنت's response.
