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As we approached the magnificent gates of King Edward’s city, a palpable sense of anticipation coursed through my veins. Disguised as royalty, we knew that our success hinged upon the effectiveness of our charade. The guards stationed at the gate, their armor glinting in the sunlight, stood as formidable sentinels, ready to scrutinize anyone seeking entry.

The lead guard stepped forward, his gaze assessing our presence. “State your identities and purpose of visit,” he commanded with a stern tone.

Drawing upon all my confidence and diplomacy, I responded, “I am Cain, the honorable Lord of House Azarath, and this is Agnes, the esteemed and illustrious ruler of Qarth, the city of Gold.”

The guards exchanged intrigued glances, their initial skepticism giving way to a growing curiosity. The mention of Qarth, a legendary city renowned for its opulence and wealth, seemed to pique their interest.

“Ruler of Qarth, you say?” the lead guard queried, his voice tinged with awe.

“Yes,” Agnes replie