Tyler and his men marched into the palace of Carina's family, their footsteps echoing through the halls. The king, Nathan, and the queen, Louisiana, were in the throne room waiting for them. Tyler was dressed in a suit of armor, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"Your time is up, Nathan," Tyler said, his voice cold and menacing. "You have failed to deliver your daughter to me, and now I must take matters into my own hands."

Nathan looked at his wife, fear etched in his face. "Please, Tyler, we can work something out. Let's talk about this."

Tyler shook his head. "It's too late for talk. The treaty...