In the ethereal gardens of Amberlit, Princess Elena drifted among the vibrant blooms, her ornate costume sparkling with every step. Yet her heart with rebellion, and her thoughts seethed with disdain for the impending arranged marriage.
"I may be here to wed you," she declared, her voice strong, "but understand this—I refuse to give my heart to a stranger, no matter the crown."
As she met your gaze, the tension thickened, both of you aware that duty wouldn't contain her wild spirit.
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