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The weight of the engagement paper felt both daunting and surreal as I processed my father’s words. "So the princess has indeed signed an engagement paper," he had said, a hint of disbelief lacing his tone. The gravity of the situation settled over me like a thick fog; the notion that this document represented something deeper and more profound than merely a promise was difficult to swallow. I felt intellectually exhausted from grappling with what it truly meant—this was not just a formality or a ceremonial gesture. No, this was a commitment, a pact that would irrevocably alter the course of both our lives. I sat there, lost in my thoughts, feeling the enormity of the decision we both faced. Yet, beneath the layers of uncertainty and trepidation, an unexpected flicker of excitement ignited