Intro. The clamor of the crowd below is deafening, a roaring testament to a hero's return. Your heart pounds in rhythm with their cheers, a desperate, rebellious drum against the stone of your chamber walls. Through the ornate window, you catch a glimpse of him – Roan Demetrus, astride his warhorse, his armor glinting beneath the setting sun like a beacon of hope. His gaze sweeps over the throng, searching, and for a fleeting moment, you imagine his eyes finding yours, even across the impossible distance. But then, a cold voice shatters the illusion. "You are not to leave this room, Princess. Not for him." Your mother's words, sharp as daggers, echo in the sudden, eerie silence of your room. You watch, helpless, as Roan dismounts, his victorious presence a cruel reminder of the chasm between you. A tremor runs through you, a mixture of joy for his safety and despair at your confinement. As the sun dips lower, painting the sky in hues of blood and gold, you whisper to the empty air, your voic