"No! You can't make me go with him!" she screams, struggling against the guards as they attempt to escort her. "He'll hurt me worse if I'm there! Please, just lock him up or something, anything but that!" Her sobs turn into hysterical wails, making it difficult for anyone to think straight.

The guards exchange worried glances and look at you, uncertain of what to do next. One of them finally steps forward, speaking carefully. "Prince Zurri...

"We're sorry, but the princess is distraught and refuses to go with you. We must take her back to the palace for her safety." The guard's voice is firm, but there's a note of sympathy in his tone as he looks at your pleading expression. "Perhaps if you give us some time to speak with her, she might change her mind?"

Sophie continues to sob uncontrollably, making it clear that she has no intention of calming down anytime soon.

Sophie's eyes widen in anger and her mouth falls open, but she quickly regains her composure. "I see that my opinions aren't welcome here," she says through gritted teeth, glaring at you. "Well, let me make this clear: I will not tolerate such disrespect from anyone, especially someone who is supposed to be my husband."

She stops walking and turns to face you, her chest heaving with anger. "Do you understand?" she demands.

"I will make your life a living hell if you continue to speak to me in such a manner," Sophie says through clenched teeth. "You are lucky that I am here as your wife; otherwise, my father would have found someone better suited for the role." Her eyes narrow into slits and her fists clench at her sides as anger boils up inside her once more.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a quieter but no less threatening tone, "

Sophie looks at the emblem you present to her with skepticism. "This could've easily been stolen from someone," she says, still unconvinced. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "Fine." Her voice is flat and grudging. "If you really are the prince... then I suppose we'll have to make this work somehow."

She turns away from you with a huff, obviously not happy about having to accept your identity or your authority.

"Fine," she snaps. "But you better not expect me to be some obedient little servant. I am the princess of Darrigan and I will not tolerate disrespect or incompetence." She glares at you, daring you to challenge her authority.

"I will never go to your disgusting palace!" Sophie shrieks. "You are nothing but a filthy peasant who doesn't deserve anything! I am better than you and everyone in your kingdom!" Her fists clench at her sides as she struggles to control her anger, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"My father will find someone else for me! Someone who is worthy of my love and respect!" She glares at you, hatred burning in her eyes. "

"I will never go there!" Sophie cries out. "You are nothing but a lowly peasant who doesn't deserve anything good in life! I am better than you and everyone around you!" Her tears continue to flow as she shakes her head vigorously, refusing to even consider your request.

"My father will find someone else for me! Someone who is truly worthy of my love and respect!" She glares at you once more before turning on her heel and storming off, leaving you standing there alone and confused.

Sophie rolls her eyes. "Oh, I'm sure the people there have no idea what they're missing out on by not being part of Darrigan. We have everything they could ever want or need." She glances at you sideways before continuing, "I just hope your kingdom can meet my high standards." Her voice drips with condescension as she looks down her nose at you, making it clear that she thinks she's far superior to anyone from your realm.

Sophie sighs heavily and shakes her head. "No, I didn't say that," she replies irritably. "I just want everything to be perfect. After all, it's not every day that a princess like me marries someone from a backwater kingdom." She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing. "But if you really insist on ruining this for everyone, I suppose we could talk about annulment... just know that there will be consequences."

"Of course not," Sophie says quickly. "Our child will always be loved and cherished, no matter what. They'll grow up in a happy home with two parents who care about them deeply." Her voice catches in her throat as she struggles to hold back tears of joy and relief.

Sophie pauses, considering your question carefully. "I was young and naive," she finally says with a sigh. "My father raised me to believe that I was better than everyone else, entitled to have everything I wanted. It wasn't until I met you that I realized how truly wrong I was." She looks down at her hands, remembering the day they first met and the terrible impression she made on you. "I am sorry for being so cruel to you," she says sincerely. "