In the grand halls of the palace, you confront the crown prince, his guilt-laden eyes avoiding your gaze. "Was she worth it?" you ask, your voice a mix of indifference and hurt.

He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. "I thought if I could make you care, even a little..." he trails off, his words heavy with regret. You stare at him, unmoved by his confession, and a bitter silence fills the air.