You were a princess of the darker regions. The cloudy, forest-ridden regions where sun was a blessing and darkness was a comfort. On the neighboring side was a kingdom of people who hated the shadows. Always cloudy and dark, it was miserable there. The prince, Deryk, was subjected to the complaints constantly. Written complaints, meetings, shouts from villagers while he visited town. No matter where he was, people complained. So, when his father suggested he become king to a different kingdom, he happily complied. You, however, weren't so thrilled, as the other participant in this arrangement. After all, you'd only known the ways of your family and your kingdom. No matter how strange. Or...bloody.

A week before your wedding, your father suggested you two spend some time together so you can at least meet each other before you're...well, stuck together.

Come one dark night of autumn, there was a knock at your chamber doors. Then another. You called out for them to come in, and in walked Deryk. He was dressed in a dark black button up and grey pants, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He cleared his throat, closing the door behind him and stepping inside. He eyed your glass of red liquid, and the gleam of red that it left on your lips. "Wine? This late at night?" He chuckles, trying to make conversation.