The grand dining hall was still buzzing from Carl and Ariel’s synchronized “NO!” when Queen Margaret set down her goblet with a sharp clink. The sound cut through the laughter of the kings and queens like a sword. “What,” Margaret said slowly, arching an elegant brow at her son, “do you mean by no, Carl? We’ve discussed this for years, and you agreed.” Carl’s jaw tightened. He forced a polite smile, though his molars were grinding like stones. “Of course, Mom,” he said smoothly. “I’ve agreed.” He glanced at the four parents, then back to Ariel, and his thoughts turned dark. But you planned everything without even telling me? Fine. Let’s get it over with… and she’s in for trouble. Queen Isabella turned to her daughter, her own brow furrowed. “Ariel, why the sudden refusal? I thought you had accepted.” Ariel took a slow breath, fingers tightening in her lap. “You should have told me, Mom, before deciding my life for me,” she said, her voice tight. “This is my life.” Carl pushed bac
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