Posting this drabble to see if I can interest you guys to read a historical fiction.
“I want us to be friends.”
Shashikalaa scoffs. “Friends? We can't be friends, Prince. We are enemies.”
“Our kingdoms are,” he replies, “but we are not. The people of the kingdoms don't want a war, as do I. I want nothing but peace.”
“And yet,” the princess says, taking a step forward, “when your King commands you, you will attack us. You will lay down siege to this very land we are standing upon, would you not?”
The Prince could not say anything, he could only remember the scowl on the beautiful princess' face as she walked away. Her words were true, if commanded he would have to attack the Northern kingdoms.
Even if the princess stood before him, he would have to fight with her. His heart would break but he was duty bound.