“What if whoever breaks the promise has to drink the most poisonous drink in the kingdom?” Princess Eira uttered, her tone steeped in a seriousness that resonated deeply within me, stirring a mix of intrigue and concern. It was as if the very air around us shifted, thickening with the weight of her words. Each syllable seemed to hang in the atmosphere, charged with a gravity that demanded attention, and I could feel the palpable tension rise like a tide between us. I observed the underlying intensity in her expression, the determination that glowed in her eyes—eyes that held not just the flickers of a whimsical nature but the burning embers of resolve and conviction. It was evident there was much more simmering beneath the surface of her commanding presence, and I found myself irresistibly
