Seconoria.
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The grand dining hall of Seconoria Castle was a vision of elegance, with its high vaulted ceilings, sparkling chandeliers, and long, polished tables adorned with the finest silverware and crystal goblets. Yet, despite the grandeur surrounding her, Princess Freya felt a profound sense of loneliness and misery as she sat across from her betrothed, Prince Holland of Drakovia.
The prince, a tall and handsome figure, was the third son of King Reinhardt. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his attire was immaculate, but his demeanor was far from what Freya had expected. He was silent, too silent, and his eyes, though strikingly blue, held a distant, almost haunted look. It was as if he were trapped in his own world of sorrow, barely acknowledging her presence.