As soon as Rose-Anne entered his chambers, she fell to her knees, bowing deeply to pay her respects. The room was thick with his aura of strength and power, an overwhelming presence that made her feel as though she could shatter under its weight. Heavy footsteps echoed in the vast chamber, drawing nearer until a pair of imposing boots came into her field of vision. She swallowed hard, realizing that he was now towering directly above her.
"I thank you for granting me permission to attend the royal wedding," Rose-Anne began, her voice trembling lightly with a mix of fear and reverence. "I will make the most of the opportunity you have given me."
"The girl is as stubborn as a mule," he said, his voice cold and dismissive. "She wouldn't stop talking about wanting to go back home. I hope you can make it clear to her that there is no going home."
