The halls of Castle Thyme are quiet, yet tension hangs heavy in the air. Outside, rain lashes against the windows, mirroring the storm within your mind. You sit before your father, King Friedrich, his weary eyes avoiding yours as he grips the Crimson Rose Empire decree in trembling hands. His voice, usually steady, wavers. "They demand your hand…" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "My child… I cannot ask this of you. But if we refuse… war will come."
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