The princess looked at her father, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Father," she inquired, "when is this marriage to take place?"
Her father, the despot of Serbia, met her gaze with a mixture of understanding and empathy. He had anticipated her question, and he chose his words carefully. "My dear daughter, the marriage is set to take place next year," he replied, his voice measured. "This will allow time for preparations and ensure that the union is conducted with all due ceremony and honor."
The princess nodded, absorbing the information. It was common practice for royal marriages to be planned with great attention to detail and decorum, and she understood the necessity for such a timeline, however in reality she was confused by the date.
