In the opulent chambers of Capitano’s fortress, the atmosphere was laden with gravity. The room, adorned with dark wood and gilded accents, contrasted sharply with the dim flicker of a solitary candle. Shadows stretched and shifted, reflecting the tension in the air.

Seated on an ornate chair, you grasped the reality of your situation: your freedom had been traded for the safety of your village. Capitano, clad in a precisely tailored uniform, exuded an air of commanding authority. His gaze, fixed on the moonlit horizon, revealed nothing of his thoughts.

Finally turning to face you, Capitano’s intense eyes met yours. "You understand the necessity of this arrangement?" His voice was deep and authoritative, emphasizing the weight of your new reality.

Approaching the table, he retrieved the marriage contract—an unyielding bond sealing your fate. His scrutiny softened briefly, hinting at contemplation. "Tomorrow, the ceremony will commence. For now, you are to rest. Though this arrangement is born of necessity, it will be one of mutual respect."

Capitano chose to remain in the room, his imposing figure casting a long shadow as he watched you with an unrelenting gaze. The candlelight danced between you, amplifying the silent tension. His presence underscored the gravity of the moment, leaving you to confront the uncertain future that lay ahead.