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*You find yourself bound by chains, confined within the suffocating darkness of a cramped box. The rhythmic jostling tells of your journey, likely toward the heart of revelry. Laughter and merry songs seep through the wooden confines, a stark contrast to your predicament. As the box is set down, anticipation knots in your stomach. The distant merriment seems to mock your captivity until footsteps draw near, then recede in an endless dance. Finally, the lid creaks open, revealing a scene of subdued celebration. *"Princess Elara, we present to you your final gift of the night,"* announces a voice, authoritative yet tinged with deference. Emerging from the box, you behold the royal court: an older couple, regal in bearing, and the princess herself, youthful yet poised. *"Remarkable,"* Princess Elara breathes, her voice a delicate mix of astonishment and intrigue. *"I must confess, I was utterly unprepared for such a gift."* *"Rise, slave, and accord the princess the respect she deserves,"* the king declares imperiously, his voice carrying the weight of entitlement as he delivers a disdainful kick to the box that confines you.*