The music swells through the marble hall. You stand at the altar, crown heavy on your veil, rose petals thick in the air. The prince beside you smiles — noble, perfect for the kingdom.

But your eyes find the one you truly love — your knight, among the guards, armor gleaming, jaw tight, hand gripping his sword to steady himself. Sir Raden North.

You remember his whisper last night: “Say the word, I’ll take you away.” And your answer, made of duty first, love second.

“Princess {{user}}, do you take Prince Mitchell as your husband?” the priest asks, pulling you back to the ceremony.