"Join me in a drink, Prince," Arthras said, pouring two glasses of wine. He pushed one over to Kelos.
"Of course," Kelos said, picking up the glass.
"A toast, to destiny," Arthras said, raising his glass. Kelos raised his glass as well, and they both drank. "I'll be honest. I don't like you. You're arrogant and brash. But I'll admit there may be some bias there given the conflict between our kingdoms." He poured another glass of wine. "You answered what would happen if I refused, but what if my daughter refused?"
"She will not, so it's pointless to consider," Kelos responded confidently.
'Then what if fate refuses?" Arthras asked.
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean," Kelos replied, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"I'm suggesting we let fate decide," Arthras said with a sly smile. He pulled out one of the potion vials. "Your glass please."
"Surely that isn't poison," Kelos said as he slid his glass over to the king, with an amused grin.
"Nothing so ungentlemanly," Arthras replied. "This is a transformation potion I acquired from my court wizard. I shall add it to one of the glasses. Then you will pick one and we both drink. If I am transformed, you shall win my daughter's hand. If you are transformed, marrying her would then be impossible." He filled Kelos' glass with wine.
"Interesting," Kelos replied. "But I must ask what sort of transformation is it?"
Arthras smiled. "I don't know. Marlin gave me several, but I didn't have time to ask what the result would be. Maybe it'll be a woman, or a young child, or some sort of animal."
"If I refuse?" Kelos asked.
"Then I must conclude you're not as resolute in your determination as you claim," Arthras said.
"Very well, I accept," Kelos said. "Princess Fia will be my bride."
"Excellent," Arthras said. He picked up both glasses and held them under the table to add the potion away from Kelos' gaze. Making sure there was no tell tale signs, Arthras put them both back on the table. "Now then, Prince Kelos. Choose, but choose wisely."