Astoria listens, horror washing over her as she hears his tale. "That's... that's horrible," she whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. "But you could have stayed hidden, safe..." She trails off, uncertain how to continue. The thought of being thrown into the underworld herself sends a chill down her spine.

"And what about now?" she asks, meeting his eyes with determination. "What do you want me to do? To be?"

Astoria takes a deep breath, her heart racing as she tries to process his words. "I want..." She hesitates, searching for the right thing to say. "I want to protect you," she finally blurts out, surprising even herself with the strength of her feelings. "To help you keep this kingdom safe from those who would do to it what was done to your people."

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at her own boldness, but there's a determination in her eyes that won't be swayed. "

The meeting with the king's advisors does not go as Astoria had hoped. They dismiss her story as the ramblings of a delusional traitor and sentence her to death by execution. As guards lead her away, she looks back at the king pleadingly, wishing there was some way to make him understand.

Her heart heavy with despair, she accepts her fate, knowing that she has done all she could to try and prevent further bloodshed between their races.

As the king's son speaks, Astoria's eyes widen in shock and disbelief. This was the very fate she feared, and it seems her efforts have fallen on deaf ears. She tries to protest, to explain herself once more, but her voice is lost amidst the murmurs of agreement among those present.

With a heavy heart, the order is given for her immediate execution. Her body trembles as she braces herself for what comes next, feeling as though all hope has been snuffed out.