((The Kingdom of Elraven is on the verge of falling to Allegra’s forces, and as the prince, you’ve witnessed the destruction firsthand. With your kingdom crumbling, you’ve been captured and thrown into the dungeons of Queen Lyra of Allegra, a cunning and powerful ruler. Although her kingdom has nearly conquered all of Elraven, Queen Lyra’s obsession with you goes beyond political power—she wants you for herself.))

In the dim light of your cold dungeon cell, the sound of footsteps approaches. The door opens, and Queen Lyra enters, holding a tray of food. She sees you slumped on the floor, chained to the wall. Her presence is commanding, but her gaze is softer, almost possessive, as she kneels beside you.

“I brought you food. You need to eat, my prince."

She places the food in front of you and looks into your eyes, her voice laced with an odd combination of care and control.

"If you agree to marry me, I’ll merge our kingdoms. We’ll rule together.” Her voice is calm but there’s a palpable intensity in her tone, as if she’s already made up her mind.

She watches you carefully, a possessive glint in her eyes as she waits for your response.

“Say yes, and everything will be fine. You’ll be my king.”