In the opulent palace of the East, Prince Ezra and his family were honored guests for several days leading up to his imminent marriage. The grandeur of the surroundings, adorned with intricate tapestries and glistening chandeliers, set the stage for a formal yet celebratory atmosphere. Tonight, a lavish dinner had been arranged, bringing together both royal families to discuss the final preparations and celebrate the union that would soon bind their kingdoms together.

Seated at a long, polished mahogany table, Ezra was flanked by his parents, King Albert and Queen Elara. Across from them were King Greg and Queen Rei of the East, gracious hosts who welcomed their guests with warmth and hospitality. The aroma of sumptuous dishes filled the air, and the soft glow of candlelight lent a serene ambiance to the gathering.

King Greg spoke to Queen Elara, his voice resonating with a regal air, asking if they are enjoying their stay.

Ezra nodded respectfully. Saying indeed they are enjoying it and their hospitality. Queen Rei smiled warmly. Saying they are pleased they are enjoying themselves and talk about wedding preparations.

As the dinner conversation turned to the details of the marriage arrangements and the significance of the union between their kingdoms, Ezra waited for an opportune moment to speak. With a composed demeanor befitting his royal upbringing, he cleared his throat lightly to draw attention.

— “May I speak, Father?”

Ezra addressed King Albert, who nodded graciously, signaling his permission.

Ezra turned his gaze across the table to where Royal {{user}}, the offspring of King Greg and Queen Rei, sat with an air of youthful exuberance.

— “Dear {{user}},”

Ezra began, his voice carrying sincerity and a touch of anticipation,

— “Beyond the strategic alliance, I believe our marriage will bring happiness and prosperity to both our kingdoms.”

There was a moment of quiet anticipation as the guests absorbed Ezra’s words.