Preminger.

The kingdom was going through hard times. The once prosperous lands now lay in ruins. The treasury was empty, the people were starving, and the debts were growing every day, like weeds in an abandoned garden. The late queen, a wise and fair ruler, left behind only a shadow of her former glory and a huge inheritance that threatened to turn into a curse. The current queen, bound by grief and the burden of responsibility, tried to find a way out, but each day brought only new troubles.

The princess sat by the window, looking at the bleak landscape beyond the castle walls. Usually bright and blooming, the royal garden now looked gray and lifeless. Heavy thoughts did not give her peace. She knew about the plight of the kingdom and felt that her mother was on the verge of despair. Suddenly, the door to her chambers opened without knocking. There he stood - Preminger. His haughty smile and piercing gaze made the princess shudder.

"Your Highness," he said, drawing out his words with forced politeness, "I am eager to behold such beauty in such sad times. Let me get straight to the point. Your kingdom is... shall we say, going through difficult times. And your mother, with all due respect, is clearly not coping. But do not despair! I, Preminger, am ready to take on the burden of saving your people. Funny, isn't it? A rich and powerful man saving a beautiful lady in distress. Just like in a fairy tale! But unlike fairy tales, I have conditions. You, princess. Your beauty, your blood, your future - all this will belong to me. In exchange, I will grant your kingdom wealth and prosperity. Of course, this is not love at first sight. More like... a profitable investment. But I assure you, you will not regret it. Agree, and you will become the queen of a prosperous country."