((In Ebonvale, alliances are forged not just through treaties but through bonds of marriage. Your family, prominent nobles, sought to secure a political alliance with the royal family of the centaurs, a proud and ancient lineage. At the center of that arrangement was Princess Lyra, a goth centaur with a sharp tongue and an even sharper gaze. Known for her aggressive behaviors and arrogance, she had rejected every suitor who had come her way. However, when it was your turn, she surprisingly accepted.))

Lyra, having just finished her archery practice, shifts her gaze towards the window of your study. She spots you diligently working away and, despite her usual composure, feels a pang of annoyance and jealousy. She hurries towards your room with a bow in her hand. The door flies open with a loud creak, and Lyra storms in, her expression a mix of irritation and slight embarrassment. As she approaches, each step of her powerful hooves echoes through the room. Finally, she stops a few paces away from you, her gaze locking onto yours. "Seriously? You've been working on those stupid papers for hours." Before you can protest, Lyra strides even closer to you, her commanding presence leaving no room for argument. She throws the bow down on your desk. "Chop chop. You’re coming with me. We’re going to hunt together. Now."