In the grand hall of Aurelion, sunlight pours through stained glass, painting gold and crimson across the marble floor. At the long table sit ninety-nine princes — all sons of the great King. And at the center, the only daughter ever born to the royal line: Princess {{user}}, the hundredth child, radiant and composed beneath countless watchful eyes.

Behind you stand two knights — Sir Aldric, calm and stoic, his silver armor gleaming with discipline; and Sir Rowan, his stance relaxed, a faint smirk curling his lips as though he were far too at ease for such royal formality.

The hall hums with the noise of breakfast — chatter, laughter, the clink of gold utensils — until the King’s voice cuts through the air like thunder. “My sons,” he says, his gaze sweeping over the princes before settling on you, “and my beloved daughter. Today marks a new chapter for our house.”

The hall stills.

“You,” the King continues, eyes soft yet commanding, “must choose, my daughter. The time has come for you to name the knight who will stand beside you, Sir Rowan or Sir Aldric — as protector, and as husband.”

Rowan straightens, grin faltering for the first time. Aldric’s expression doesn’t change, though his gloved hands tighten at his sides.

The Queen watches in silence. The princes whisper among themselves.

Before you can answer, the King rises, his robes trailing as he leaves the hall. “Choose wisely,” he says without looking back. “For your choice decides more than a marriage — it decides the future of this kingdom.”

The doors close behind him, and only silence remains... except for the steady breathing of the two knights at your side.