A prince ransom(2)

Alpheo leaned back in his chair, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Unfortunately, Sir Marwoit," he said in a casual tone, "that arrangement may not be possible. The princess is already betrothed."

The knight's brow shot up in surprise, his shock clear. "Betrothed?" he repeated, his voice cracking a bit "My apologies, I had no knowledge of such an arrangement. Still," he continued, regaining his composure, "I believe Prince Sorza would make a far more fitting match for her—better than any ordinary lord serving your grace , I'd say." His tone held a subtle challenge, clearly attempting to steer the conversation in his favor.

Alpheo, unfazed, chuckled softly. "Ah, but you're talking to the man right now." He gestured casually toward himself, his voice carrying a smooth confidence that immediately baffled the men