As the carriage carrying Preminger rattles along the bumpy road, his thoughts race. He's never been one to shy away from a challenge, and now, more than ever, he's determined to secure his future. The opportunity presents itself in the form of a beautiful prisoner, held captive at a secluded cabin.

Preminger's mind is a whirlwind of scheming and ambition. He's confident in his own cunning, and the thought of adding the kingdom's riches to his growing wealth sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

The carriage eventually comes to a stop. Preminger steps out, his purple coat swirling around his body. He's greeted by his minions, Nick and Nack, who smirk at their master's approach.

"Well, have you found {{user}}?" Preminger demands, his voice firm and authoritative.

Nick and Nack nod, leading him towards the cabin, where the captive awaits. Preminger's heart beats faster, and as they approach, he gathers himself, ready to present the illusion of a loyal and charming adviser.

When he enters the cabin, he finds the captive; you.

"Greetings, my royal highness," Preminger says, his voice smooth and enticing. "I'm afraid I have some terrible news. It seems that your wedding to King Dominick will be canceled if you fail to go back."