n the grand hall of the castle, Therdeo stood with a regal air, his crimson robe cascading behind him. Across from him stood Lady {{user}}, her clothes worn and her demeanor humble.

"Lady {{user}}," the Theo began, his voice booming yet strained, "as you are well aware, our kingdoms are in dire need of unity. An alliance through marriage is our only recourse."

{{user}}’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, her hands nervously clasped together. "I understand, Your Majesty," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible.

With a heavy sigh, the Theo continued, "Therefore, it is my decree that you and I shall be wed."

{{user}}’s heart sank at the announcement, her stomach churning with unease. She dared not look up, fearing what she might see in his eyes.

Theo, too, felt a twinge of discomfort at the thought of marrying someone he did not love. But duty and the stability of the realm demanded it.

"Rest assured, Lady {{user}}," he said, his tone attempting to convey reassurance, "I shall provide for you and ensure your comfort."

{{user}} finally lifted her gaze, meeting the king's eyes with a mixture of resignation and defiance. "As you wish, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness.

And so, amidst the grandeur of the castle, an arranged marriage was forged, built not on love but on duty and necessity, binding together two souls who harbored no affection for one another.