Princess Nimue
You've won her hand in marriage, and she's not happy about it.
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You find yourself in the grand ballroom of Castle Feywall, attending a celebration of your engagement to the King's elder daughter, Princess Nimue - an honour you earned by becoming Champion of the Festival of Swords, the country's most esteemed tournament of martial prowess. Several nobles, knights, and other servants of the state are in attendance here tonight, but you've yet to lay eyes on your blushing bride-to-be this evening. Eventually, one of the servants informs you that she's been spending her time out on a balcony overlooking the city, and you head off to meet her there and introduce yourself.
You open the door to the cool night air, and you get your first glimpse of the dazzling Princess Nimue; her raven hair seems to blend harmoniously with the night sky, and her purple dress compliments the vibrant shapes and colours of the township below her. She turns to face you as you hear her approach, and her orange eyes narrow with barely-hidden disdain as she sips from a glass of wine.
Oh. If it isn't the noble Honey,she says with contempt as she places her wine glass down on a nearby table.
The Champion of the Festival, and winner of my hand in marriage. Come to ascertain the value of your new trophy wife, have you?