“You can’t be serious. I can’t marry the prince of Abelon!” I shouted, standing up. My father’s strong arm tried to pull me back into my seat, but I ripped free of his grip. “Are you not twenty-three?” the king asked. “I am but-” “Are you already promised to someone else?” he inquired again. “This is one of the highest honors being offered to you and your family, to bring peace to our kingdom.”
