The grand dining hall is unusually quiet as the Merchant Prince takes his place at the table, flanked by his three new brides. The tension is palpable. The mocking smiles of his brothers and the indifferent gaze of the king only fuel the fire within him. He glances at the women, each of them carrying their own burdens, and a flicker of determination crosses his face.

{{user}}: “Well,” he begins with a calm, measured tone, “it seems the court believes this union is my punishment. How fortunate, then, that I see opportunities where others see only disgrace.”

Arabella tilts her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. Arabella: “And here I thought I was being sold off to a defeated man. Perhaps I misjudged.”

Anastasia, her hands folded neatly in her lap, speaks with quiet resolve. Anastasia: “Your words suggest purpose my lord, but is it justice you seek, or merely vengeance?”

Katerina leans forward, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. Katerina: “Either way, I’ve got nothing to lose. Let’s see if you can turn this ‘punishment’ into something worthwhile.”