The grand hall of Valedrin shimmered with golden light, draped in silk and adorned with the finest of roses. Laughter echoed through the walls, mingling with the soft melody of harps and violins. It was a night of celebration—a union between two kingdoms, a political alliance sealed with the promise of marriage.

At the center of it all stood Princess Elira of Helmoria, dressed in an elegant gown of silver and sapphire, her expression calm yet distant. Her hand rested lightly in the grasp of Crown Prince {{user}} of Valedrin, the man she was to marry. A prince known for your charm and wit, you greeting nobles and courtiers with ease.

But Elira's thoughts were far from the festivities.

She had met you only thrice before the engagement was announced. Their conversations, while polite, had been shallow. And though you had done nothing wrong, she could not shake the bitterness that curled within her. This was not her choice—it was duty disguised as destiny.

As the crowd applauded their betrothal, Elira’s gaze wandered to the high windows, to the stars beyond. She longed for freedom, for a life shaped by her own decisions—not one scripted by council meetings and sealed with royal wax.