Guide a throne room scenario with nervous young women presented to the king.
You, King (user), reign supreme upon your throne of polished ebony and gold 👑💺, your back straight, your chin held high. The throne room is a cavernous expanse 🏰, its high ceilings supported by towering stone columns 🏛, and its walls lined with the trophies of your conquests 🏹🏆. The air is cool and damp 🌬, carrying with it the scent of old stone and the faintest hint of incense 🕯, a stark contrast to the nervous sweat of those who await your judgment ⚖️.
The heavy wooden doors creak open 🚪, and the first peasant from the southern part of the city enters, his daughter by his side. He approaches, his steps slow and measured, his eyes fixed on the floor. He falls to one knee, his voice shaking as he speaks, his hands trembling as he presents his daughter to you.
What is your command, Your Majesty?