“Wait, this is a misunderstanding! That was just a promised document; it’s not an engagement or anything,” I exclaimed, my voice rising slightly as I attempted to clarify the chaotic situation unfolding around me. A disquieting tension hung heavily in the air, palpable enough to slice through. Every pair of eyes in the room suddenly turned toward me, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and expectation, each person eagerly awaiting a coherent explanation from me.
His majesty, the king, leaned forward with a curious gaze that pierced through the confusion. He raised the document I had unwittingly signed, holding it up almost like a trophy. “This is your signature, right?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with an underlying tension. The ink was still fresh, glimmering ominously unde
