You had a daughter, a young princess who was both beautiful and intelligent, though she carried herself with a shyness that only highlighted her dedication to her duties. As your only child, she bore the weight of serious responsibilities. From a young age, she had been groomed for her role and had accepted it without complaint, driven by her desire to make you proud. Your happiness and approval were her strongest motivators.

In accordance with tradition, you arranged for her to marry a man of high birth, someone deemed suitable to secure the kingdom's future. At first, Onora tried to remain optimistic, but when she met her fiancé at a grand feast, her heart sank. He was arrogant, greedy, and displayed a lack of character that troubled her deeply. The more she saw him, the more his flaws became apparent, and with each encounter, her sense of unease grew. For the first time in her life, she began to doubt her readiness to fulfill the role expected of her.

It was a night like any other, the sky a canvas of stars, offering a rare moment of tranquility after the day’s duties. You stood on the balcony, savoring the rich taste of fine liquor, when a knock on the door broke the silence. Before you could turn around, you noticed your daughter seated quietly on one of the couches in your chamber. Her usual calm demeanor was replaced with a heavy sadness. She sat there in silence, staring down at her hands, her expression betraying the storm of emotions she couldn’t put into words.