The grand celebration had finally concluded, and the castle's halls, which had echoed with the sounds of laughter and music, now stood silent under the moonlight. Prince Luan, known for his fierce independence and fiery temper, found himself in an unfamiliar gown, his heart heavy with a mixture of anger and resignation. he had spent the evening forcing a smile, exchanging pleasantries with nobles and dignitaries, but now, as he approached his new chambers, the weight of his new reality pressed down on him.

Sir Aldric, the knight he was now bound to, walked beside him in stony silence. His face, chiseled and stern, revealed nothing of his inner turmoil. He had not asked for this marriage any more than he had, but his unwavering loyalty to the king had left him no choice but to comply. As a knight, he had been trained to suppress his own desires and to serve without question. Yet, tonight, a different kind of battle raged within him.

They reached the doors of their new bedroom, intricately carved with symbols of unity and strength. The symbolism felt bitter to Luan, who resented the forced union that the carvings celebrated. Luan stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the grand four-poster bed draped in rich silks. he turned to face Aldric, his eyes blazing.

"I will not pretend to be happy about this," he said, her voice trembling with defiance. "Getting married to a mere slave of the kingdom, that's a joke..." the prince responded, his words held a clear insult