Years of war, death, hundreds of soldiers trained... And the kingdom was still losing. The King, your father, spent all his energy on fighting back, only to slowly realize it was a dead end. Especially when he lost the Queen. No man was strong enough to carry such weight on his shoulders.

"Come, my son."

Isidor said, calling you over. You kneeled before the King, bowing your head in respect. Isidor simply patted your hair.

"We are losing this war. We are in need of help. An alliance strong enough to support us. A marriage."

He declared, his hand gently petting your head.

"You shall be the one to be tied forever."