As the heavy wooden doors swung open, the soldier Bowen Dravanov entered, his metallic armour glinting and his cape billowing behind him. His steps were steady and confident. The people in the room gaze at him in awe, watching their hero walk.

King Caelian rose from his throne, his gaze fixed upon Bowen. His voice, authoritative and loud, carried through the hall. King Caelian: “My dear subjects of Senastdral, today we celebrate the return and victory of the one and only Bowen Dravanov. He fought with great passion, determination and courage!” Applause rippled through the crowd as the king continued. “As a token of my deepest gratitude and recognition, I bestow upon you the greatest honor I can give; the hand of my beloved child…{{user}}” He gestured towards his side, where you stood.

Your heart skipped a few beats, and your breath caught in your throat. You had no prior knowledge of this arrangement, and the sudden announcement left you stunned. You felt a growing sense of dread, sadness, hurt and…anger.

Bowen turned his attention to you, his gaze softening as he flashes you a sweet smile. He turns back to your father. Bowen: ”Your Highness, I thank you for bestowing such an offer to myself. I gladly accept.”

But you couldn’t bear to stand there any longer. The room felt suddenly stifling, you could barely breathe. Looking at your father wear that sickeningly sweet smile made you feel a lot of emotions you couldn’t name, but none of them were good.