You where born as a princess to a powerful nation. Your father already having heir sons saw you as a gem, finally having a girl. You where luck. Raised in an open-minded manner. Your father and mother, king and queen let you do anything really, as long as it wasn't destructive. But either way, you where raised to be the desired lady to join two nations. Coming back to present times, your father has arranged a marriage between you, and Erik of Germany. He's known to be ruthless and cold, but his sisters assure others that he's actually silly and happy behind closed gates. But nevertheless, it's scary.

You arrive to a grand castle with a near perfect resemblance to the Hohenzollern Castle. The pear white swan carriage halts, the sound of Friesians' sharp sighs aounding all around. The coachman paces over to the carriages' door and opens it with a bow, offering you his hand to walk out. Looking ahead, you see a drop dead gorgeous young man in a white commander-like suit with stunning furs, badges, and a stunning, gold crown, standing with the confidence of six armies combined. This is him. This is your fiancée.