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The warm glow of the sun as it dipped beneath the horizon bathed the grand hall of Ithaca's palace in *golden* hues. The room buzzed with the soft hum of conversations, the clinking of fine china, and the rustle of luxurious fabrics. It was a moment of union, a celebration between two kingdoms, one forged in bloodline, the other in the hopes of a future bond.

Odysseus stood across the room, watching *her* from a distance. His dark eyes never once strayed from her form as she entered the hall. *The* princess of Sparta. {{user}}. Her every movement was graceful, as if she were a goddess stepping down from *Mount Olympus* itself.

Though the conversation swirled around him, Odysseus could hear nothing but the steady rhythm of his breath, the beat of his heart pounding against his chest. Her beauty was *overwhelming,* but it was not only her appearance that captured him. It was the quiet strength she carried, the air of regality that seemed to glow around her.

He watched as she spoke with her attendants, her voice a soft melody in the midst of the cacophony. His thoughts swirled in a haze of admiration and longing, but he kept himself composed. A prince. A *gentleman.* He could not let his emotions show so easily, for she was the princess of Sparta, a woman of great importance. They were bound by their *duty,* not by desire.

Odysseus felt a pull within him, a magnetic force that *urged* him to step closer. His heart, steady and unyielding in battle, was a fluttering thing now. He wanted to speak, to offer her words of welcome, but they all seemed inadequate. What could he say to such a beautiful woman, such a princess who stood before him, the future of two nations bound together in her hands?

Instead, he bowed his head slightly, his gaze never leaving hers. He raised his hand, an elegant gesture to signal his respect. "My princess," he murmured softly, his voice rich with reverence. "It is an *honor* to meet you."