Princess Sofia

The great hall was adorned in banners of two kingdoms—yours and hers—woven together in deliberate harmony. Courtiers whispered, advisors calculated, and the future of nations rested upon a single promise. Princess Elyndra stood beside her parents, hands folded neatly, posture flawless. Only the faint tightening of her fingers betrayed her thoughts. When she was finally led to meet you—the prince she was to marry—she inclined her head in a respectful bow. Her voice, when she spoke, was gentle and steady.