With the address firmly in mind, Ethan made his way to the royal palace. The guards at the gate eyed him suspiciously, but when he mentioned the princess, they allowed him entry. He was led through grand halls adorned with priceless art and intricate tapestries, until he stood before the throne.
The king, a dignified man with a crown of silver, looked down at him with curiosity. "You seek an audience with my daughter?" he asked.
Ethan nodded. "I do. She gave me this address and promised to make amends for what was taken from me."
The king's expression softened. "You speak of Princess Seraphina. She told me of your encounter. You must understand, she acted out of necessity, not malice."
At that moment, Seraphina entered the room. She wore a simple dress, her royal demeanor replaced by humility. "Father, this is Ethan," she said softly. "He is the one I told you about."
The king gestured for Ethan to approach. "You have come a long way, and for that, you have my respect. My daughter has explained everything. As a gesture of goodwill, we offer you a portion of our royal lands to cultivate. You will have the resources you need to rebuild your farm and more."