Vincent sat across from Princess Elara in his office, the air between them heavy with the conversation that was about to unfold. Maps of the region and battle plans decorated the walls, but neither of them focused on the details. Vincent leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, his face serious.
"Elara," he began. "I've thought a lot about your proposal of marriage. I get why you suggested it—it makes sense from your perspective. But I don't think it's necessary for us to form a strong alliance."
Elara's brow furrowed in confusion. "Not necessary? In elven tradition, marriage between leaders is the most secure way to ensure an alliance. It creates a bond that can't be broken. In times like these, we need something strong enough to last."
