Flint

Flint stood before Azar, his heart heavy with anticipation, hoping for a favorable response to his plea. But when Azar delivered his decree, it crushed Flint's hopes. The weight of disappointment settled upon him like a leaden blanket as he realized Azar's refusal to allow him to cross the borders of the Solyria kingdom. "Your Grace, please," Flint implored, his voice laced with desperation. "Once I see the princess for myself, I will be at peace. End my misery for me." He pleaded, his words tinged with anguish.

Azar shook his head gently, his expression sympathetic yet resolute. "Sending you there will be nothing less than announcing the news of the marriage alliance fermenting between the two nations. I don't wish for this word to spread any more than this," he explained, his tone firm but empathetic.