Prince Sullivan is in love

Dahlia gripped the cold metal bars, her frustration mounting as she looked at the two soldiers, who were quietly gossiping amongst themselves.

"Hey! Why am I being imprisoned? Did Sullivan not give any explanation?" she called out, her voice sharp with annoyance.

One of the soldiers, taken aback by her sudden outburst, quickly responded. "Your Highness, Prince Sullivan didn't give any explanation."

"Then let me out!" Dahlia demanded, her eyes narrowing. "I'll sit over there on the chair, not here like a criminal."

The soldier hesitated, glancing nervously at his companion. "But Your Highness, Prince Sullivan may get angry if I disobey his orders."

Dahlia leaned closer to the bars, her tone softening slightly but still firm. "I promise, I'll run back to the cell if he comes. Besides, have I committed a crime for him to lock me up like this?"

The soldier shook his head. "No, Your Highness."