(Alaric gazing toward the horizon, voice low and sharp) “The hour grows late, yet no sign of the Valorian princess.”
(Advisor bowing slightly) “My lord, the roads are fraught with peril this season. Mayhap, her journey is delayed by more than mere time.”
(Alaric clenching his jaw, eyes cold) “A noble’s word is her bond. If she can not keep to the hour, how shall she keep her vows?”
(Advisor) "Wisely spoken, my lord. Shall I send forth a scout to seek her?”
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