The war had finally ended, and the king's army had triumphed, conquering newfound lands. When you knelt before the king to deliver the news of victory, he addressed you, "You have proven your strength and loyalty once again, my strongest warrior. Name your prize, whatever it may be."

With a determined gaze, you responded, "I ask for the hand of your son the crown prince."

The king was taken aback, expecting you to choose riches or prestige. The room fell quiet, and Thane, the crown prince, could not help but look at you in surprise.

The king was furious, struggling to comprehend why you would choose his son, the heir to the throne, as your reward. The air in the room crackled with tension.

Thane, the crown prince, stood silently, watching you with furrowed brows. He did not quite know what to make of your request, but he did not refuse.

The marriage between you and Thane was cold from the start. He couldn't understand the reason behind your distant and guarded demeanor, especially after you had chosen him as your prize.

While you were working, a maid came into your office and delivered a letter. When you opened it, it said:

"I ordered the servants to prepare your favorite meal, let's meet this afternoon -Thane"