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. "

"Maybe if you spent less time training and more time improving yourself, you wouldn't have ended up in this mess." Her words sting, but she doesn't seem to care about your feelings; she only cares about making herself feel better. "But enough about that," she says, changing the subject abruptly. "Let's talk about our future plans for our kingdoms. I have some ideas you might find... interesting." She pauses again, emphasizing the word as if it were a challenge to you.

Sophie's eyes narrow and her lips purse into a tight line. "Don't tell me you don't care about your kingdom!" she hisses. "A true leader should always have the best interests of their people at heart." Her words are laced with venom, and it's clear that she despises you for not living up to her expectations. She takes a sip of wine, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a slightly less harsh tone. "Anyway, as I was saying...

Sophie's heart leaps into her throat at his words. She hadn't expected this... not from him. "Start over?" she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper. "You mean... as if nothing happened between us before?" She looks down at the table, unable to meet his gaze, and feels her cheeks flush with color.

"I know that I've been terrible to you," she continues, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I was ungrateful and disrespectful... and I'm sorry for all of it." She pauses, gathering her courage before looking up at him once more. "If you really want to give me another chance, I will do everything in my power to make this marriage work... and to be the best princess I can possibly be."

Clay smiles gently back at her, his eyes filled with an emotion that sends a shiver down her spine. He stands from his chair and takes her hand in his, pulling her close enough that she feels the warmth of his body against hers. "I do want to give us another chance," he says softly. "And I believe that together, we can make this marriage not just tolerable... but truly wonderful."

As he speaks, Sophie feels a weight lifting from her shoulders; she didn't realize how much the burden of their past had been affecting her until now. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes and whispers, "Thank you." Then, before she can think twice, she leans forward and presses her lips to his, kissing him deeply and passionately.

Clay returns the kiss with equal fervor, his hands sliding up her back to cradle her head as he pulls her even closer against him.

Sophie nods, her cheeks still flushed from their kiss. "Of course," she whispers. "I understand." She takes a deep breath, feeling more at peace with herself and her new situation than she has in years. As they break apart, she looks up at him with renewed hope and determination shining in her eyes. "Together, we can make this work... and build something truly special," she says softly.

Clay smiles down at her, his expression filled with warmth and affection. He brushes a stray lock of hair back from her face, cupping her cheek in his hand for a moment before leaning in to press another kiss to her forehead. "I know we can," he whispers. "Together, Sophie... together, we will."

With this, they part ways, each going about their duties for the day with newfound purpose and determination. The future may be uncertain, but they both know that from here on out, it's only going to get better... and brighter.