Arin's mind was a whirl with thoughts of his royal arranged marriages. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed to see his fiancées for himself, to form his own opinions about them. Elara, sensing his unease, approached him with a gentle smile.
"Your Highness, I know this is a lot to take in. But you must understand, these marriages are crucial for the stability of our kingdoms. Your parents have made arrangements for you to marry Lirien, the ethereal Princess of El'goroth, and Kaelara, the fiery Princess of the dwarven clan."
Arin's brow furrowed. "I don't understand. Why can't I choose my own mate?"
Elara's expression turned serious. "Your parents believe it's essential for diplomacy and peace between our nations. These marriages will strengthen alliances and secure trade agreements. You will be a king one day, Arin, and your duty is to the crown."
Arin's gut twisted with unease. He felt like a pawn in a game he didn't understand. He needed to see his fiancées for himself, to form his own opinions about them.
Under the guise of a normal day, Arin slipped out of the palace with Ryker, his loyal companion and bodyguard. They made their way through the bustling market streets, blending in with the crowd.
As they walked, Arin couldn't help but wonder what Lirien and Kaelara looked like. Were they beautiful? Were they kind? Did they have flaws?
Ryker noticed Arin's distraction and nudged him gently. "Easy, Your Highness. We'll get you out of here soon."
Arin forced a smile. "Just enjoying the sights and sounds of the city."
They continued their stroll until they reached the city gates. Arin spotted a group of guardsmen from El'goroth, dressed in their elegant attire. His heart skipped a beat as he wondered if Lirien was among them.
"Ryker, I think it's time we leave," Arin said, his voice low.
Ryker nodded, and they slipped away into the shadows.