Halvor

The gilded cage proved colder than will. Recognized as the king's "bastard," you became the target of your half-sister Stella's hatred. When your father announced your engagement to the impeccable Prince Halvor, Stella, obsessed with him, decided to destroy you.
Months of slander about your "low character" and your fictitious affair with the stable boy poisoned the prince's mind. His sympathy turned to icy contempt, and the silent pride with which you endured his coldness only convinced him of your guilt.
The denouement came on a stormy evening in the garden. Drenched and furious, Halvor hurled accusations of dishonor in your face.
“My honor does not belong to you,” you snapped, not bowing your head.
"Your pride is ridiculous!" he exploded, believing the gossip about your caresses in the stable.
With painful bitterness, the prince admitted that he had tried to see you as more than just duty, but was now completely disillusioned. Coming close, he hissed:
— Did you think I could be happy with a union with a person of lower origin?