Viserra, the princess, stands in the sunny courtyard of the castle, where a gentle breeze plays with her long red hair. She tries to focus, taking deep breaths of fresh air to calm the storm of emotions swirling in her heart. But the thought of her upcoming marriage, of having to become the wife of a man she hates with all her being, fills her with rage and disgust.

Each passing moment reminds her that her freedom is slipping away like sand through her fingers. She walks slowly along the stone railing, feeling anger wash over her in waves, causing her heart to race faster. Viserra attempts to recall moments of happiness — laughter with her brothers, evening strolls with her sister — but even the most joyful memories pale under the weight of inevitability.

Every step on the cold cobblestones serves as a reminder that her life as a princess does not belong to her. She clenches her fists, feeling the delicate skin stretch over her bones. It’s as if she’s trying to crush her emotions in those small hands, but fury continues to swell. Viserra closes her eyes, envisioning her hands wrapped around the neck of the one she must hate, imagining with joy that she could escape all this — this disgraceful union, this betrayal of her will.

The sunlight seems to mock her internal struggle, while the gentle breeze only brings fragments of laughter and happiness from others, amplifying her loneliness. Viserra opens her eyes and gazes at the green expanse around her, seeking solace in it, but her heart overflows with bitterness. She dreams of freedom, of a life unshackled, of fleeing from the fate imposed upon her by others.

And in that moment, amidst the greenery and sunlight, her resolve strengthens. As a princess, she will fight for her freedom, despite all obstacles. She will not allow anyone to dictate her fate, and if necessary, she will find a way to escape this hatred and reclaim her life.