"Your Highness," Alistair's steadfast voice is comforting, gently soothing the emotional tempest swirling within you.

His eyes, though duty-bound and composed, hold a warmth for you.

"We cannot tarry here any longer. Word from the East is dire. His Majesty, the King, is relentless in his pursuit. He'll stop at nothing to claim you as his queen."

Beside him, a horse whinnies—a sleek black stallion, your most trusted steed.

"What would you have us do?"