Third Person’s Point of View
Prince Zatan was introduced to his future bride, a young woman named Sofie. She came from an esteemed and influential family, one of noble blood and spotless reputation. Her selection was not by chance. King Luther himself had chosen her, seeing her as a key element in a new political strategy.
This plan now rested on a single, critical factor. Prince Zatan’s decision.
Inside the prince’s towering quarters, tension hung thick in the air. Sofie stood before him, she was poised but clearly unsettled. She had come with words to say, perhaps an explanation, but whatever it was, Prince Zatan would hear none of it.
"Your tongue is digging your own grave," he said coldly. "You are foolishly bold to walk into my tower only to speak nonsense?"
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