His Lorelai

"So she agreed?" Gian asked, stepping closer to the men. "And you are certain you are prepared to face the consequences of this decision?"

"Bringing the princess to our kingdom with her consent is one thing," Alim chimed in, his tone serious. "But she is engaged to the second most powerful man in Erelith. This is bound to lead to serious trouble for us."

Rhaegar strode toward his carriage, his steps firm, and gently placed Lorelai onto the seat. He draped his black cloak over her small, trembling form, ensuring she was covered and warm.

He was fully aware of the gravity of his actions, but there was nothing he could do to turn back now. He had wanted this, and Lorelai had said yes. As he had promised her, he would take care of everything. He would keep her safe, no matter the cost.

"The old duke is dead," Rhaegar finally said, his voice low as he turned back to face his men. "The princess killed him, driven by the queen's spell."