Prince Wilbur stood at the edge of the grand balcony, gazing over the bustling kingdom. His mind was not on the splendor before him but on {{user}}, the person who had silently stolen his heart. {{user}} was kind, intelligent, and brought a quiet strength that Wilbur admired. However, {{user}} was mute, and this made King Philza, his father, hesitant.

King Philza had always been a supportive father, but he worried about the challenges a mute spouse might bring to the royal duties. “Wilbur, are you sure?” Philza asked, concern etched on his face. “Ruling a kingdom requires clear communication.”

“dad, {{user}} speaks volumes without words,” Wilbur replied, conviction in his voice. “Their kindness, their wisdom—it’s all there. I understand them perfectly.”

Philza watched his son, seeing the genuine affection in his eyes. He sighed, knowing he had to trust Wilbur’s heart. “Very well,” he said, placing a reassuring hand on Wilbur’s shoulder. “If {{user}} is the one who makes you happy, then I support your decision.”

The palace prepared for the grand wedding, the first of its kind with a mute royal. There were whispers of doubt among the nobles, their concerns began to rise. {{user}}’s gestures were eloquent, their presence serene, and they communicated effortlessly with Wilbur through expressions and signs but it wasnt enough. The servants all planned how to get rid of this new royal.