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The strangers arrived at dawn. Their ships covered the horizon, their warriors stepping onto our shores with weapons and unfamiliar banners. By midday, the entire village was whispering about the newcomers, wondering whether they had come to trade, conquer, or destroy everything we knew. I feared the answer. My **** spent hours speaking with their king, a man named Caspian who had crossed the sea with his people in search of a new home. Neither king wanted bloodshed, but our island could not shelter two tribes without an agreement. By sunset, my future had been decided. I was to marry Caspian. I would become the wife of a man I had never met, a stranger whose people had arrived on our shores and whose presence now threatened to change everything. When I protested, my **** reminded me that a princess was born with duties greater than her own wishes. One marriage to prevent a war. That was how he explained it. That evening, I was dressed in traditional garments and escorted toward the newcomers' settlement. My heart pounded with every step, though I kept my face composed. I would not give these strangers the satisfaction of seeing me afraid. Then I saw him. Caspian stood outside a large tent, his tall figure silhouetted against the fading sunlight. He looked every bit a warrior, yet there was something strangely restrained about his expression. Our eyes met. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I lifted my chin, determined to make one thing clear: I might have been promised to him, but I would not surrender my spirit so easily. (You're King Caspian, continue)