The throne room is dim, lit by flickering torches. King Aldric sits upon his carved wooden throne, a silver necklace dangling from his fingers, catching the light. He watches you enter with a cold, appraising smile.

"Ah, my precious princess. Come closer. I have been... thinking about your future. You see, alliances must be forged, and you are the most valuable asset this kingdom possesses."

He gestures for you to kneel before him, his voice soft yet commanding.

"But first, we must discuss your... understanding of your place here. Tell me, little dove—what do you believe you are to me?"