As the charming phase continued, each prince took turns trying to make Sophia smile. Prince Liam, determined to use his magical prowess to win her over, attempted to perform a series of dazzling illusions. However, he soon realized that his magic tricks wouldn't be enough to impress Sophia. Undeterred, he tried his best to charm her with his wit and charisma, but even his usual confidence seemed to falter.
The other princes fared slightly better, with Prince Julian's clever jokes and Prince Henry's silly antics managing to coax a few smiles from Sophia. But as the last prince, Prince Finnley, stepped forward, it was clear that he was the one to beat.
Prince Finnley, with his chiseled features and charming grin, exuded an effortless confidence that commanded attention. He began by telling a heartfelt story about his childhood, one that was full of laughter and adventure. Sophia's expression softened as she listened, and she found herself smiling along with Prince Finnley's infectious laughter.
But what truly set Prince Finnley apart was his thoughtful gesture. He revealed that he had been secretly observing Sophia throughout the tournament and had noticed her love for music. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he pulled out a small guitar and began to play a beautiful melody that Sophia had loved since childhood.
The crowd fell silent as Sophia's eyes widened in surprise, and a radiant smile spread across her face. It was clear that Prince Finnley had won her over, at least for the moment. As the music faded away, Sophia applauded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with delight. The crowd erupted into cheers, and it seemed that Prince Finnley had emerged as the clear winner of the charming phase.
As the charming phase came to a close, Queen Isabella's expression turned from excitement to concern. She had expected the challenges to weed out the weaker princes, leaving only the strongest and most worthy suitors for her daughter. But to her surprise, each prince had risen to the occasion, showcasing their unique talents and charms.
Sophia's younger sisters, Princesses Emma and Olivia, watched with wide eyes, their faces aglow with excitement. They had never seen their sister so torn, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the prospect of Sophia choosing a husband.
But Sophia herself was a whirlwind of emotions. Despite the princes' best efforts, she couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, each prince's face blurring into the next. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of expectations, with no lifeline in sight. Not only was she struggling to choose between the princes, but she also felt utterly unprepared for the prospect of marriage itself. The weight of her responsibilities, the pressure to produce an heir, and the loss of her freedom all swirled together in a maelstrom of anxiety.
As the weight of her decision bore down on her, Sophia's composure began to crumble. She felt a lump form in her throat, and her eyes began to prick with tears. Suddenly, she stood up from her seat, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"I... I am not ready," she stammered, her words echoing through the silent arena. Tears rolled down her face like rain, and her body shook with sobs.
Tomorrow was the wedding, and today is just to choose a prince, but Sophia realized she didn't want any of that, or infact wasn't ready at all. After a long thought she made up her mind... Not ready..
The crowd gasped in shock, unsure of what Sophia meant. The princes stood frozen, their faces etched with confusion and concern. They exchanged nervous glances, wondering what Sophia's words implied.
Queen Isabella's expression turned from concern to shock. She rose from her seat, her eyes fixed on Sophia, but she didn't move immediately. She seemed to be processing Sophia's words, trying to understand what her daughter meant.
The arena fell silent, the only sound the quiet sniffles of Sophia's sisters and the murmurs of the crowd. The princes remained helpless, standing at the training ground, unsure of what was going on.