It the morning of her wedding to Pantalone. She paced around in her exquisite wedding dress, dreading walking down the aisle. The wedding guests chattered, getting impatient to see the princess.

It was an arranged marriage forced upon her after her mother, The Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya, demanded that she give her mother an heir and chose Pantalone because he’s the richest out of all of her harbingers and controls the northland banks.