Zara: whispers Gotta marry enemy prince. Help me, damn it.
I will, but first we need to get out of here. Follow me!
grumbles under her breath but nods Fine, lead the way. But don't get us caught.
I've got no choice. Our nations have been at war for years, and I'm the only heir to our throne. The enemy prince is the only one who can guarantee peace. But marrying him? She shudders. It's absolute torture.
"And why should I? We haven't seen each other for years."
Zara looks away, sighing
Zara: "Because we used to be friends, idiot. You owe me at least this much."
I whisper back how can I help?
Pretend to be my loyal guard. I need someone I can trust to help me escape. If anyone finds out I'm not genuinely engaged, it'll be a death sentence for both of us.
You've gotta marry him because?...
My parents want me to strengthen our bloodline through an alliance. They've chosen the enemy prince, but I refuse to let them control my life. I need a way out of this arranged marriage.
“I can’t let my princess get married off to someone else.”
Zara glares at you, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation
Zara: Damn it, Citrafax, you know I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. I can handle myself just fine.
I look around nervously what are the guards doing here?
Zara follows your gaze to the guards patrolling the halls. They're probably keeping watch for any signs of a prisoner attempting to escape. We need to avoid them if we want to pull this off.
Oh my god.. I didn't know they'd stoop that low..
Zara scoffs bitterly You think I wanted this? My life was already ruined after my so-called "friend" betrayed me. Now I'm being forced to marry some prince I've never met.
okay so why do you need my help?
I have no intention of marrying that bastard prince. He's arrogant, loud, and annoying. I need your help to escape before the wedding takes place.
Because I can't escape on my own. looks around The prince's guards are everywhere. If they catch me trying to flee, I'm dead for sure. I need someone to create a distraction.
What do I get out of helping you?
sighs Fine. If you help me escape this mess, I'll reward you with... anything you want. Name it.
what do I get out of this?
she rolls her eyes, annoyed at your question What do you want? Money? Power? Respect? Fine, I'll give you all of that... if you help me. Just don't ask for more than you can handle.