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About Betrayal In the woods
A spoiled Prince is raised in the lap of luxury until he is finally called on to serve others.
His best friend gets jealous Of the prince's New friend and she tries to poison her. She ends up getting caught by the prince himself and gets thrown out of the kingdom. she tells the neighboring kingdom and asks them to throw out a surprise battle early.
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Chapter 1 In a Small but populated kingdom far away, there lived a young prince named Malici. Born into a world of wealth and privilege, his days were filled extensively with grandeur and extravagance. He was an opulent young prince and a spoiled one too. He was Vulgar to every peasant in the Kingdom. On one rainy night, Malici's father, the King witnessed how poorly he treated a young woman. She was a beautiful soul. Rose gold hair, Big blue eyes, light brown, fair skin, wet brown dress with silk white sleeves, and tears falling down her cheek hidden by the rain trickling off her hair, onto her face, and dripping off her chin, Landing onto the back of her hands that were resting on her thighs. The prince derisively chuckled as the woman shivered in the cold rain. While the king watched them through the tall, tinted window, He sighed in disappointment thinking of how to straiten his son before the marriage ceremony when he turned 18 In four months. Meanwhile, the Princess; Malici's Sister, was stuck indoors doing everything a princess should do. Back straight, wear tight corsets, go to family events, be polite, and the last most important rule, is never go outside. The princess was being protected from people who wanted to steal her for her beauty. She needed to wait until she was 18 to both marry and date. It was unfair, her brother got to go outside and date whoever he wanted, while she was stuck indoors and only allowed to go into the giant garden with beautiful Roses, Orchids, Blue passion flowers, and lots more. Edith asked her dad every day if she could go outside and, every year if she could go in for the battle training so she could win against the neighboring Kingdom across the country who despised their kingdom for being wealthy and too kind to their peasants and not showing them discipline for being disrespectful by being themselves and not bowing before royalty. Her father always said no. She asked every day since she was able to walk and still her father says, "You're too young to fight. You're also fragile and you are the most rare and prized possession I have other than your brother. If He dies in war, we have you to marry someone and become queen of a neighboring kingdom."
Chapter 2
The next morning, the birds chirped lightly outside Malici's window. The blinds were open so the sun could flow into his room. In the next room down the hall, The king was already awake anticipating what he was going to say, he walked up the long stairs each step took longer for him to get up. He then saw himself standing right in front of Malici's room. He knocked on the door and opened it. "Son I expect you down in the dining hall in 20 minutes. I and your mother need to have an important conversation with you this instant." Malici slightly rose from his sleeping position and with squinted eyes looked at his dad in a daze of confusion. "Okay.. I'll get ready." He said with a sigh. Malici then hopped out of the big fluffy bed and hurried to the closet to get dressed as he wondered what conversation was to be held. He rushed downstairs, only to find the girl he'd been bulling for a while now, Sitting in the seat across from his. He never noticed her fine details up close. Her hair was the color of a silky rose gold petal, her eyes light sky blue, her clothes now fixed, and she had the fairest light brown skin he'd ever seen. Although she was pretty he acted as if he had never seen her before. "Dad, who is this-" Before he could finish, he was interrupted by his mother. "Son, I've been told by your father that he's been noticing you've been hurting this poor young woman and others around the Lower and middle class. I will assign her to you to teach you to be more class with the people. If you don't change, you will not have a marriage ceremony." Malici tried to comply but, The queen was persistent. With a raised voice she said, "Nothing. Go change your ways this instant!" The girl stood up and hurriedly walked towards the prince, following him out of the castle. Walking beside him she asked, "Why are you so mean to the people here?" Malici kept walking with an angered look on his face. The girl spoke again, "Okay.. well my name is Rosalind and-" The prince turned to her and yelled "I don't care who you are! I hate all these peasants because they are broke It's funny to see them in poverty and I hate you because you're so... different." Rosaline Looked almost shocked. "Yeah. I was born with this hair haha. My dad had rose-gold hair too. My mom hates me for it because I'm different." Malici looked at Rosaline from her feet to her eyes and said "I think you're okay." He smacked his lips as he turned away in embarrassment. As they walked in silence, they got to the front gate. Malici snapped his finger for the guards to open the enormous steel gates. The gate creaked and Roared as they opened. Malici and Rosaline walked on the rock path towards the village for their first lesson of kindness. In the meantime, Alyva, the Prince's best friend, Watched the two walk side by side. It was quite strange for the Prince to walk by a peasant other than her. Including that, the peasant was from the lower class. The Prince made her an aquatint because she also had a desire to bully people of a lower status than her. She felt a little drifted away from her only friend. She also Had a small crush on him and wanted no other woman to be in contact with the prince to ruin her plan to marry him and become the most beautiful, Rich, And powerful Queen of all. She walked up to the Prince and Jokingly mocked, "Who is this hah! Making friends with dirt?" She laughed waiting for the Prince to Laugh with her "Haha.. yeah. Dirt! Hey.. I gotta um I gotta go." He took Rosiline's hand and tugged her away from Alyva. "Who was that?" She asked in concern, "She was very rude and you didn't even tell her off? That might as well be your first lesson, stick up for your friends, not for bullies." Malici Looked at Rosiline with sorry eyes. "She's my best friend. She's Kind of spoiled. She is one of the poorest Peasents here and umm.. I think she has a crush on me, But I didn't tell her I knew! I don't like her That way. I'm looking for someone nicer and pretty." Rosaline smiled, "Yeah well First lesson! Dump her. or at least tell her off. You need to distance yourself from negative people. Malici Raised his voice Angered at the thought, "She's been my best friend since I was little, Yes she's a bit much, but I can't do that to her!"
Chapter 3
Rosaline shook her head, "You're not going to learn anything if you keep surrounding yourself with negativity. Tell her how you feel, maybe she'll change her ways." Malici sighed, As he was tugged towards the dungeon of the castle, Malici couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. He had never defied his mother's rules before, and the thought of sneaking into the dungeons made his heart race. Rosaline, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. She walked with determination, her shoulders squared and her eyes fixed on the castle gates. When they reached the entrance, Malici hesitated, "Are you sure we should do this? We could get in serious trouble." Rosaline turned to him, her expression softening, "I know it's risky, but sometimes you have to take a chance for what's right. Come on, let's do this." She took his hand, and together they slipped past the guards and into the castle. They made their way through the dark, winding corridors, avoiding detection by the palace staff. Finally, they reached the dungeon doors. Rosaline pushed them open, revealing a dimly candle-lit staircase leading down into the depths of the castle. The air grew colder as they descended, and the sound of rustling chains echoed through the darkness. At the bottom of the stairs, they found themselves in a narrow corridor lined with cell doors. The walls were damp and moss-covered, and the smell of decay hung heavy in the air. Rosaline whispered, "Which cell is the woman that Alvya put in here?" Malici nodded, "The one at the end. That's where they keep the most dangerous prisoners." Rosaline approached the cell, her footsteps echoing off the walls. The door was made of thick iron bars, and a small slit in the center allowed the guards to observe the prisoner. She peered inside and saw a young woman huddled in the corner, her eyes fixed on the floor. Her hair was dirty and tangled, and her clothes were tattered and torn. Rosaline's heart went out to her, "Oh, dear. What's your name?" The woman looked up, startled. She had a bruise on her cheek and a look of despair in her eyes. "My name is Elara," she whispered. Rosaline smiled kindly, "Hi, Elara. My name is Rosaline, and this is Prince Malici. We've come to help you escape." Elara's eyes widened in surprise, "Escape? How? Why?" Malici stepped forward, "We're not going to leave you here to rot. You don't deserve to be trapped in this place." Elara shook her head, "You shouldn't be doing this. Alyva will tell the king to "off with thy head" if she finds out." Rosaline grinned mischievously, "That's why we're doing it. We're going to break you out of here and show Alvya that we won't stand for her tyranny." Elara's face filled with hope, "Really? You'd do that for me?" Malici nodded, "Of course. We're not monsters like the Alyva. We believe in justice and fairness." Rosaline gestured to the lock on the cell door, "Now, let's see how we can get you out of here." She examined the lock closely and then pulled out a small tool from her pocket. With a few quick twists, the lock clicked open, and the cell door creaked open. Elara stepped out, her eyes brimming with gratitude, "Thank you so much. I owe you my life." Rosaline smiled, "No need to thank us. We're just doing what's right." Malici nodded in agreement, "Come on, let's get out of here before we're caught." They quickly made their way back up the stairs, avoiding any guards who might be patrolling the area. Once they reached the safety of the castle gardens, they breathed a collective sigh of relief. Elara turned to them, "Thank you again. I'll never forget what you've done for me." Rosaline grinned, "No problem. Just remember, if you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask." Malici added, "Yeah, and stay away from the Alyva. She's not to be trusted." Elara nodded, and then disappeared into the night, leaving Rosaline and Malici to make their way back to Malici's large room, feeling proud of themselves for standing up against Alyva's cruelty and making a difference in someone's life. Alyva always talked down on the lower classes which annoyed her. The prince could do nothing about it because she was loved by the prince. Like she was his own daughter. Rosaline, determined to help Malici change his ways, decided to take matters into her own hands, She knew that teaching Malici how to be good towards others wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to put in the effort. First, Rosaline started by modeling positive behavior herself. She made sure to treat everyone she interacted with kindness and respect, even when they didn't deserve it. She hoped that Malici would see the benefits of being nice to others and follow her lead. Next, Rosaline began to subtly point out when Malici was being mean or rude to someone. She did this in a non-judgmental way, simply stating facts and asking Malici if he realized how his actions were affecting others. At first, Malici was defensive and denied any wrongdoing, but eventually, he started to see the error of his ways. Finally, Rosaline showed malici the values of Kindness, Love, support, friendship, and so much more. Teaching him that to be a good king, you must be thoughtful and respectful in order for people to show the same genuine respect.
Chapter 4
Two months later came the marriage ceremony. Malici was awarded with the ceremony because of his good behavior. The King Wanted Malici to marry Alvya. He still saw her as a Kind, petite, and Beautiful soul. But on the inside she was ugly, but he couldn't see that. Malici didn't even want to marry her anyway, after his two-month lesson with Rosaline, learning the true meaning of interacting with others with kindness, he saw the good in her. She was the exact woman he wanted to marry, not Alvya. Alyva was busy giving orders and ensuring that everything was perfect for the big day. She was determined to make a good impression on the prince and his family, and she spared no expense in doing so. Meanwhile, Malici was getting ready for his big surprise, He was going to present Rosaline with a ring and beautiful red roses and ask her to marry him instead. Malici received a letter from the postman, an anonymous source. It was a letter, detailing Alyva's schemes and crimes. The letter was signed only with an initial, but it seemed legitimate enough. Astonished by his discovery he told Rosaline to follow him to Alyva's Room in the castle to discuss of the matter. They arrived just as Alyva was finishing up her morning routine. She was dressed in a beautiful gown, her hair styled perfectly, and her makeup flawless. She looked every bit the part of a future queen. But as soon as she saw Rosaline and Malici, her expression changed. She knew that they were there to expose her, and she wasn't happy about it. "What do you want?" she snapped, her voice dripping with venom. Rosaline held up the letter, "We have reason to believe that you've been involved in some illegal activities, Alyva. We think you should explain yourself to the Malici." Alyva laughed, "Illegal activities? Ha! I'm the future queen. I can do whatever I want." Malici stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger, a sharp golden sword pointed right at Alvya's Firey heart. "That may be true, Alyva, but you won't be able to cover up your crimes forever. We have proof of your wrongdoings, and we won't stand idly by while you hurt innocent people, and throw them in jail." Alyva's smile faltered for a moment, but then she regained her composure. "Fine. If you want to play it that way, then let's do it. But you'll regret crossing me, Malici. I promise you that." And with that, she stormed out of the room, leaving everyone in shock. Malici called for the guards to arrest Alyva, but she had already fled the palace. It would take days for them to track her down, and by then, it would be too late. The royal wedding was set to take place in 8 hours, and there was no way to stop it now. Alyva had lost, but she escaped. The Village was doomed to a demise they were yet to finish.
Chapter 5
Alyva prepared to leave for Rotes Königreich, she knew that she had to be careful. She had heard rumors of Durmada's power and cruelty. She gathered her belongings, including her blue silky cloak, a knife, and Prince Malici's horse, Majesty. She hoped that the horse would give her an advantage in case of danger. As Alyva rode through the forest, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The trees seemed to close in around her, their branches heavy with snow, casting long shadows on the ground. The lighting was strange, too - everything was bathed in a deep purple hue as if the very fabric of reality was stained with the color. Purple flowers bloomed all around her, their delicate petals swaying gently in the silence. Despite the beauty of her surroundings, Alyva felt a chill run down her spine. She kept her knife at the ready, her senses heightened as she scanned her surroundings for any sign of danger. The snow crunched beneath Majesty's hooves as they made their way deeper. As Alyva approached the Rotes Königreich, she could feel the air growing thick as she moved from the mountains to the Lowlands. The purple light that had illuminated the forest grew into a dark red, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. The trees seemed to lean in closer, their branches tangling together overhead to form a natural canopy. The atmosphere was oppressive. Alyva knew that sneaking into the castle would be a dangerous task, but she was determined to find a way. She Walked around the perimeter of the castle looking for any weaknesses or vulnerabilities. Finally, she found a small window that was left open a crack, just enough for her to squeeze through. She climbed up to the window and peeked inside, making sure that no one was watching. Seeing that the coast was clear, she carefully opened the window and slipped inside. Alyva found herself in a dark, damp corridor. The air was thick with dust and cobwebs, and she could hear the distant sound of dripping water. She fumbled in her pocket for a small torch she had brought with her, and lit it, casting a faint light on the walls around her. After what felt like an eternity, Alyva finally came to a large door. She pushed it open slowly, revealing a grand throne room. Durmada sat on his throne, surrounded by his loyal followers. He looked up as Alyva entered, a look of surprise crossing his face. "Ah, Alyva," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon. What brings you to my humble abode?" "I've come to ask you something," she said, her voice steady. "Why do you hate your twin brother so much? Why are you planning to attack Grünes Königreich?" Durmada leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "My dear Alyva, you really are quite innocent, aren't you? You don't know the history between my brother and myself. We were once close, but he betrayed me in the worst possible way. He stole the throne from me and banished me to this wretched kingdom. I have sworn to destroy him and everything he holds dear." She had never suspected such a deep hatred existed between the two brothers. But she knew that she couldn't let Durmada carry out his plans. She asked him to attack Grünes Königreich early before he was ready. Durmada laughed, his voice cold and cruel. "I have other ways of ensuring victory. Ways that you cannot even imagine."
Chapter 6
​Alyva and Durmada's plan to attack Grünes Königreich was a complex and multi-faceted strategy that took into account the strengths and weaknesses of both their armies and the enemy's defenses.
First, they gathered intelligence on the layout of the city and its surroundings, including the location of key landmarks, roads, and natural features such as rivers and hills. They also studied the movements and patterns of the city's guards and soldiers, looking for vulnerabilities and weak points that could be exploited. Next, they divided their army into several smaller units, each with its specific objectives and routes of attack. Some units were tasked with creating diversions and distractions, such as launching fake attacks on the city's walls or setting fires in strategic locations. Others were assigned to breach the city's defenses and push deep into its heart, taking out key targets such as government buildings, barracks, and communication centers. Finally, Alyva and Durmada coordinated their attack with a group of rebels who were already operating within the city, using their knowledge of the local terrain and networks of allies to guide the attackers and provide support from within. Together, these various strands of attack would come in a synchronized and devastating assault that would bring down the city's defenses and open the door to victory. Overall, Alyva and Durmada's plan was a masterpiece of strategic thinking and coordination, combining stealth, deception, and brute force to achieve their goals. It was a testament to their skills. As the Malici and Rosaline crested the hill, they were met with a shocking sight: an army of soldiers marching towards the castle. The prince's eyes widened in alarm, and he quickly turned to Rosaline, his voice urgent. "What is the meaning of this? Why are they marching towards the castle?" Rosaline looked just as shocked, "I don't know. But I fear it cannot be good. Perhaps we should go out to the mainland to see what they want. Get all the guards and soldiers you can get. we may need it." The prince nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of war and battle. He knew that he had to protect his people, and he was determined to do whatever it took to keep them safe. They could see the army drawing closer, their weapons at the ready.
Malici and Rosaline dismounted their horses and ran inside the castle, where they found the king and queen already aware of the situation. The king, a wise and just ruler, was pacing back and forth in the throne room, his brow furrowed in concern.
"My son, what news do you bring?" he asked, his voice tinged with anxiety.
The prince took a deep breath before answering. "Father, we have seen an army marching towards the castle. They seem to be preparing for battle."
The king nodded gravely. "I have received word of this army. They are the Rotes Königreich, sent by my brother and king of the Rotes Königreich to destroy us and steal our land as it is the biggest of all the lands. But we will not go down without a fight. Assemble the guard and prepare for battle. We must defend our home at all costs." The princess stepped forward, her voice steady. "Father, I will stand by your side and fight alongside you. We will not let these invaders threaten our kingdom."
The king looked worried and nearly refused, but then smiled proudly at his daughter. "Thank you, my dear. You are truly a brave and noble warrior. Let us go to the battlements and see the enemy for ourselves." As the king and princess made their way to the battlements, they were met with a grim sight. The Rotes Königreich army was indeed massive, with thousands of soldiers armed to the teeth and ready for battle. The king's advisors gathered around him, offering suggestions and strategies for the upcoming fight.
The princess, Rosaline, The Green King, and Malici stood tall and fearless, her eyes fixed on the enemy lines. She knew that this would be a fierce and bloody battle, but she was determined to protect her kingdom and her people. The king put a hand on her shoulder, his expression serious.
"My dear, I know you are brave and skilled, but please be careful. I cannot bear the thought of losing you," he said.
The princess smiled and patted his hand. "Do not worry, Father. I will do everything in my power to come out of this alive. But we must act quickly, for the enemy is already advancing."
The king nodded and turned to his advisors. "We need a plan of attack. What do we have at our disposal?"
a bunch of Male and female villagers stepped forward ready to defend their Kingdom. "We will." The princess smiled. The king, Rosaline, Malici, and The Princess walked to the battlements, surrounded by their guards and armed Villagers. As they reached the top, they saw the Rotes Königreich army spread out before them, their red banners fluttering in the wind. The princess took a deep breath, her heart pounding with excitement and fear. This was it. This was the moment she had been training for her whole life. The king looked at his daughter, pride shining in his eyes. "You are ready for this, my child. Lead us into battle and show those invaders the strength of our kingdom." The princess nodded, her face set in determination. She raised her sword high above her head, the sun glinting off the blade. "For the kingdom!" she shouted, charging towards the enemy.
The king and his guards followed closely behind, their weapons at the ready. The sound of clashing steel filled the air as they met the enemy forces. The princess fought with skill and grace, her sword slicing through the enemy ranks like a hot knife through butter. The king fought valiantly beside her, his own sword flashing in the sunlight. As the battle raged on, the princess could feel the weight of her responsibility bearing down upon her. She was the last hope of her kingdom, the only one who could save them from the invaders. She fought harder, her movements swift and deadly. But despite their best efforts, the odds were against them. The Rotes Königreich army was too strong, too numerous. The princess began to tire, her muscles aching from the constant fighting. She stumbled backward, gasping for breath. The king rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. "My dear, are you okay? We must retreat and regroup."
The princess shook her head, her vision blurring. "No, Father. I...I can't give up now. Not when our kingdom needs me most."
She pushed herself back to her feet, her sword trembling in her hand. The king watched in horror as she charged back into the fray, determined to turn the tide of the battle.
But it was too late, She was struck by an arrow by The Rotes Königreich army. They had already breached the castle walls, their troops pouring in through the gap. The princess fought bravely, but she was vastly outnumbered. The Princess fell on the muddy lands of Grünes Königreich rain sprinkling on her face. The king rushed towards her holding her head and waist, covering her wound on her side. The king watched in despair as his daughter fell to the ground, her sword slipping from her grasp. He rushed to her side, tears streaming down his face. "No, no, no! My dear, my sweet girl! Why did this have to happen?" The king yelled through his tears, "Guards! Gring the Princess to the Medic. NOW!" The guards hurriedly rushed on their horses towards the King and Princess. One of the guards softly picked up the princess as arrows swooshed and swished right by them, Ignoring them. They played the Princess on the medic bed behind the horse and, hurried towards the medic stations. The king's cries echoed across the battlefield as he held his dying daughter in his arms. The guards arrived quickly and carefully lifted the princess off the ground, trying their best to avoid jostling her as they carried her away from the danger.
They rode as fast as they could, the sound of clashing steel and the screams of the wounded filling the air around them. The king followed closely behind, his heart heavy with grief and worry.
Finally, they reached the medic station, where a team of Skilled doctors and nurses waited anxiously to treat the princess's injuries. The guards gently laid her down on a clean bed, and the medics immediately set to work examining her wounds.
chapter 7
Without warning, the Green King burst into a fierce rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He strode towards his brother, who was still seated on his horse and grabbed him by the collar. "You did this!" the Green King shouted, spittle flying from his lips. "You and your army of monsters! You brought death and destruction to our doorstep, and now my daughter lies dying because of it!" The Red King sneered at his brother, unfazed by his anger. "She's just a pawn in our game, brother," he taunted. "And soon, I'll take control of all of Grünes Königreich. No one can stop me!" But the Green King wasn't listening. With a roar of pure fury, he pulled his brother off his horse and slammed him onto the ground. The Green King loomed over his brother, his sword pointing towards his brother's heart. "I should kill you here and now," he growled. "But I won't. Instead, I forgive you. I forgive you for everything you've done for me and my family. And I forgive myself for letting my anger consume me." The Red King looked up at his brother in disbelief, his face purpling from lack of oxygen. "Why...why are you doing this?" he stammered. The Green King put his sword in his sword holder while his brother stood up, towering over him. "Because," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I don't want to be like you. I don't want to be consumed by hate and anger. I want to find peace and rebuild our kingdoms together." For once, The red king was speechless. As the two brothers faced each other, the world seemed to pause. The wind stopped blowing, the birds ceased singing, and even the sounds of warfare subsided. It was as if the very fabric of reality was waiting to see what would happen next. Then, without warning, the Red King dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands. "My apologies, brother," he sobbed. "Forgive me for my transgressions. I never wanted things to escalate this far. You're a good person and... I've realized that." The Green King stepped forward and embraced his brother, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's okay," he whispered. "We're family. We'll get through this together." And with that, the two kings began their journey towards reconciliation. Their armies watched in amazement as they shook hands and pledged to work together to restore peace to their kingdoms. Alyva stared in astonishment, her eyes filled with anger. She charged towards Both kings, "You shan't take my perfect victory!" she was then blocked by Malici's horse, her horse knocking Alyva off its back. She a hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of her. She struggled to get up, but her body felt heavy and uncoordinated. She glared up at Malici, her anger and frustration boiling over. Malici dismounted his horse and approached Alyva, his expression softening. "Alyva, please listen to me," he said, his voice gentle. "You don't have to do this alone. Let us help you." Alyva scoffed, trying to push herself up. "Help me? Ha! I don't need anyone's help. I am the greatest warrior in all the land. I can defeat anyone and everyone." Malici sighed and knelt down beside her. "That may be true, Alyva. But being strong doesn't mean you have to do everything on your own. In fact, sometimes being strong means knowing when to ask for help." Alyva's gaze faltered, her anger dissipating slightly. She looked away, avoiding Malici's eyes. "I don't know how," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've always had to rely on myself. I don't know how to trust others." Malici placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and comforting. "It's okay to not know how, Alyva. That's why we're here. To help you learn how to trust, how to lean on others when you need to. You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone." Alyva took a deep breath, feeling a lump form in her throat. She closed her eyes, tears prickling at the corners. "What if I fail?" she asked, her voice trembling. Malici smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You won't fail, Alyva. Because you're not alone. We'll be right there with you, every step of the way. And even if you stumble, we'll catch you. We'll lift you back up and help you keep going." Alyva opened her eyes, looking up at Malici. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine desire to help her. And suddenly, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. Maybe it was time to let go of some of her pride and accept the help she needed. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll try." Malici grinned, relief written across his face. "That's all any of us can ask for, Alyva. Now come on, let's get you back on your feet." Together, they stood up, Alyva feeling a sense of hope that she hadn't felt in years. Maybe, just maybe, she could learn to trust others and find a new path forward. One that didn't involve constantly fighting and struggling alone. Rosaline, Malici, The kings, Alyva, and all of the Guards and Villagers headed back to the castle, as both of the kings stood in front of the castle, both kings shook hands in agreement to never fight again. As the sun began to set in the ballroom, Malici turned to Rosaline and asked, "My dear, would you do me the great honor of dancing with me?" Rosaline, taken aback by the request, nodded graciously and accepted Malici's hand. The two of them moved onto the dance floor, surrounded by the other guests who cheered and clapped along to the music. As they twirled and spun, Malici couldn't help but feel drawn to Rosaline. He admired her strength and determination, and he knew that she was the only woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. At the end of the dance, Malici got down on one knee and held out a beautiful diamond ring. "Rosaline, my lovely, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one for me. Will you marry me and be my lovely wedded wife?" The room fell silent as Rosaline's eyes widened in shock. Tears streamed down her face as she nodded eagerly, and Malici slid the ring onto her finger. The guests erupted into cheers and applause as the couple embraced, their hearts filled with joy and happiness. And so, Malici and Rosaline lived happily ever after, ruling their kingdoms with kindness, wisdom, and courage. Their love grew stronger with each passing day, and they never forgot the magical night when they first met and fell in love.
