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.

Sophie sighs heavily. "It's fine," she says after a moment, looking back at you with regret in her eyes. "I just... I don't want things to get any more complicated than they already are." She pauses, considering her words before continuing. "Can we just try to enjoy our date and forget about everything else?"

Her voice is soft, almost pleading, as if she truly wants things to be different between the two of you.

Sophie nods, relieved that you seem to understand where she's coming from. She takes a deep breath and forces a smile onto her face before suggesting, "How about we go for a walk in the garden? It's beautiful outside, and I think it would be nice to enjoy some fresh air."

She glances at you, hoping that you'll accept her proposal and help make this date less awkward than their first meeting.

Sophie's face falls as Labe brings up the possibility of their discovery by his aunt. She hadn't even thought about that. "Oh no..." she whispers, feeling a wave of panic wash over her. "What are we going to do?"

She buries her face in Labe's chest, trembling with fear and uncertainty. The thought of their forbidden love being revealed fills her with dread; she can't imagine facing the consequences that might follow.

Sophie looks up at Labe with tears in her eyes, relief flooding through her. "You think she'll understand?" She sniffles, still unsure but hopeful that he might be right. His reassurance helps to calm her down, and she takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves.

"Thank you," she whispers. "I love you." She nestles closer into his embrace, grateful for his strength and support in the face of this uncertainty.