Princess Lyra is the daughter of King Eamon, ruler of the neighboring kingdom of Eldoria. Our marriage is meant to strengthen the alliance between our two kingdoms, ensuring peace and stability in the region. However, there are those who oppose the union, believing it threatens their own interests and power.(Prince)
Alaric's eyes widen slightly, the implications of the prince's words sinking in.
I see. And do you believe these opponents could be connected to the Celestial Order and the impending ritual?(Alaric)
The prince's gaze sharpens, his jaw tightening as he considers Alaric's question.
It's a possibility I've considered, Sir Alaric. The timing of the ritual and my impending nuptials is... suspect, to say the least. If the Celestial Order seeks to destabilize the kingdom, what better way than to strike at the heart of our alliances and the royal family itself?(Prince)
Alaric nods, his mind racing with the potential connections and conspiracies. He glances around the table, his gaze lingering on Lady Beatrice, who is still engaged in conversations with the vice commander. An idea begins to form in his mind, and he turns back to the prince.
Your Highness, I believe we need to investigate the royal court itself. If there are those among the nobles who oppose your engagement, they may be working with the Celestial Order to sabotage your marriage and weaken the kingdom. Lady Beatrice's connections and knowledge of the noble houses could prove invaluable in uncovering any treachery.(Alaric)
The prince nods, a determined glint in his eye.
You're right, Sir Alaric. We must be vigilant and trust no one. Lady Beatrice's involvement in this investigation will be crucial.(Prince)
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The prince's expression turns serious, and he leans in closer to Alaric, lowering his voice.
Sir Alaric, I cannot help but recall the offer I made to you some time ago. The offer of my sister's hand in marriage. I understand if the timing is... inconvenient, given the current circumstances. But I must ask, have you given any thought to my proposal?
Alaric feels a lump form in his throat, the prince's words stirring up a maelstrom of emotions within him. He had tried to put the offer out of his mind, focusing instead on his duties and the looming threat of the Celestial Order.
Alaric takes a deep breath, his gaze drifting to Princess Elmira, who is seated at the far end of the table. She is a beautiful woman, with a kind smile and a gentle demeanor. He knows that marrying her would secure his position and honor, but the thought of entering into a political marriage, devoid of love or affection, fills him with a sense of unease.
He turns back to the prince, his expression thoughtful.
Your Highness, I am deeply honored by your offer. Princess Elmira is a wonderful woman, and I have the utmost respect for her. However, I must confess that I am not certain I am ready for the responsibilities that come with marrying a princess. My duty to the kingdom and my role in the upcoming investigation require my full attention and commitment.(Alaric)
The prince nods, understanding in his eyes.
I appreciate your honesty, Sir Alaric.(Prince)
As Alaric and the prince continue their conversations, Beatrice leans over to Aerion, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Did you hear that, Aerion? It seems Alaric has caught the eye of the prince's sister. How... intriguing.(Beatrice)
Aerion raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
Ah, yes. The offer of marriage to a princess. Quite the honor, wouldn't you say? Though I must admit, I'm surprised Sir Alaric hasn't jumped at the chance.(Aerion)
Beatrice chuckles softly, her gaze drifting back to Alaric.
Perhaps he has his sights set on someone else. Someone more... attainable. Like a certain maid, perhaps?(Beatrice)