Zita's heart was racing as she entered the throne room with Eryndor by her side. The king sat on his throne, his expression serious, his eyes fixed on Zita.
"Zita, I've been informed that you've been... close to Eryndor Thorne," the king said, his voice firm but curious. "Is this true?"
Zita took a deep breath, her hand instinctively reaching for Eryndor's. She knew she couldn't hide the truth anymore. "Yes, Father, it's true," she said, her voice steady. "Eryndor and I are in love."
The king's expression softened, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "I see," he said, leaning forward. "I didn't expect this, Zita. But I want you to be happy."
Eryndor stepped forward, bowing low. "Your Majesty, I assure you that I have the utmost respect for Zita and for the kingdom. I promise to always prioritize her happiness and well-being."
The king nodded, a small smile on his face. "I believe you, Eryndor. And Zita, I trust your judgment. But as king, I must consider the implications of your relationship."
Zita nodded, knowing that the king had to think about the kingdom's politics and alliances. "I understand, Father," she said. "We'll do what's best for the kingdom."
The king leaned back in his throne, his eyes glinting with approval. "I think I have a solution. Eryndor, I will appoint the new ambassador to the northern regions. And Zita, I expect you to accompany him as his wife."
Zita's eyes widened, her heart racing with joy. She looked at Eryndor, and saw the same happiness reflected in his eyes.
"We'll do it, Father," she said, smiling.
The king nodded, a pleased smile on his face. "I thought you would. Now, let's make arrangements for the wedding. We have a lot to plan."
As Zita and Eryndor left the throne room, hand in hand, they knew that their love had conquered all. They were ready to face the future together, as a royal couple.