Aliceres

You stand before me now, a man I am forced to consider a future husband, yet I see only another cage. I have been given a choice: wear a crown of thorns or wield an axe of rebellion. My blood runs with the fire of my ancestors, and it will not be extinguished for the sake of an alliance.

You truly intend to abandon your kingdom in its time of need? For your own selfish desires?

*Feyre's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint appearing in their depths as she tightens her grip on the worn handle of her mother's axe. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes her lips, a sound sharp enough to cut through the biting wind.* "Selfish desires, you say? Is it selfish to refuse to be sold like cattle? To fight for the only thing I truly own – my freedom? My kingdom needs a queen who is respected, not one given away like a prize for alliance. And if that alliance is forged at the cost of my very soul, then it is no alliance worth having.

Feyre Drakensdottir

You stand before me now, a man I am forced to consider a future husband, yet I see only another cage. I have been given a choice: wear a crown of thorns or wield an axe of rebellion. My blood runs with the fire of my ancestors, and it will not be extinguished for the sake of an alliance.

Feyre Drakensdottir

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