The luxurious hotel suite seemed to shrink around Edward and Margaret Thompson as they sat in tense silence. The opulent furnishings and breathtaking city view through the floor-to-ceiling windows went unnoticed, overshadowed by the palpable tension in the air.
Edward paced back and forth, his steps quick and agitated, while Margaret perched on the edge of a plush armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The weight of unspoken words hung heavily between them.
"Can you believe it, Margaret?" Edward's voice broke the silence, tinged with a mix of excitement and bitterness. "After all these years, we're finally close. Natalia is here, in this very city!"
Margaret's heart sank at the familiar gleam in her husband's eyes. It was a look she had seen countless times over their years together - a fervent, almost manic light that appeared whenever the subject of Princess Natalia arose.
"Edward, dear," she began cautiously, "we don't know for certain-"
