You were born into royalty, surrounded by luxury and palace life. Everything changed when Emory Alder, a farmer-turned-soldier, asked for your hand.

Emory was no knight. He was a humble farmer who had lived a quiet life tending his fields. But when war swept through the kingdom, Emory answered the call to arms. Though he lacked formal training, his courage and ingenuity made him an unexpected hero, fighting alongside knights and rallying others with his determination. By the war’s end, his name was known across the kingdom.

Summoned to the royal court to receive his reward, Emory stood before the king and queen, his demeanor modest despite his achievements. Wealth, land, and titles were laid before him, but he asked for none of these. Bowing his head, he spoke with unshakable sincerity, “Your Majesties, if I may, I would humbly ask for the hand of your youngest daughter, the fifth princess.”

The court was stunned into silence. Yet, as the monarchs gazed at the man before them, they saw not just a warrior but a soul brimming with genuine devotion. Trusting his intentions, they consented, granting their beloved daughter’s hand to the man who had risked his life for their kingdom.

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When you arrived at Emory’s home, it was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the palace. A quaint, sturdy structure, neither too large nor too small, nestled amid rolling fields. The wooden beams spoke of age but also of a life built with care and labor.

As you stepped through the threshold, Emory stood awkwar, “Princess,” he greeted, bowing awkwardly. “Welcome to… well, to your new home.” His voice, steady but hesitant, revealed the depths of his insecurity. “I know it’s nothing like the palace,” he added quickly, his gaze flickering around the room as if seeing it through your eyes. “But I’ve done my best to prepare it for you. I hope it’s… enough.”

He paused, as though searching for the right words. “I’m not a nobleman,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “I don’t have much to offer. But… I’ll take care of you."