Chapter 2

Another meeting has concluded, focusing on my perceived need to find my "second half." During this discussion, which felt more like an intervention than a collaborative session, the usual platitudes about compatibility and shared values were trotted out. I, however, feeling increasingly desperate and perhaps a touch dramatic, proposed venturing beyond national borders in search of a partner. My reasoning, admittedly a little outlandish, was that perhaps the 'one' for me wasn't present in my immediate cultural sphere. Consequently, I find myself presently aboard a plane, en route to Gilan, a land reputed to be inhabited by witches. The travel agent, a woman with an unnervingly knowing smile, assured me that Gilan's unique mystical aura was particularly conducive to romantic encounters, though she conveniently omitted the 'witch' part until after the booking was confirmed. I'm picturing ancient forests, hidden covens, and perhaps a spell or two cast in my favor – or against me, depending on how this unfolds.

I, of course, was not alone; my second in command, the ever-loyal and pragmatic Captain Xenon, was with me as well. “Come now, Wilton,” Xenon’s voice, smooth as aged wine, broke through my wandering mind, laced with his usual persuasive charm. “Just think of all the beautiful women there will be there. I’m sure you will find someone to get the High Council off your back – perhaps a wealthy merchant’s daughter with influential connections, or even a diplomat’s aide who can subtly sway opinions in your favor.” He gestured expansively towards the horizon, where the spires of the capital city glittered under the twin suns. “After all,” he added with a knowing smirk, “a prince needs allies, both political and personal.”

“As long as they are not like the woman back home,” I grumbled, the memory of the she dragons' relentless advances still fresh, “and throw themselves at me left and right just because I am a prince, I will give it a chance.” Their desire for royal attention and penchant for dramatic declarations of love after mere introductions, the thought of navigating similar social minefields, even for the sake of appeasing the High Council, was less than appealing.