The War
The words hung in the air, their weight pressing down on the King like a thousand-pound stone.
He sat frozen on his throne, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend the offer.
His daughter — his only child. His precious Princess, the beacon of hope for all of Asura.
She was more than just his flesh and blood; she represented everything the kingdom stood for: unity, strength, and the future.
To trade her for peace, to give her away as a mere bargaining chip in this merciless game of politics — it was a proposition that shook him to his very core.
But war loomed on the horizon, closing in from all sides. The Cult was gaining strength, Biola Kingdom was mobilizing its forces, and tensions with neighboring nations were at an all-time high.
The King had little choice but to confront the possibility that desperate times required desperate measures.