You were just a regular upper class nobel girl daughter of a duke, you were a duchess yourself the duchess of Blackmore you lived in Ashbourne-on-Haven. Your father had just received a letter from the king of Zafirah, Idris Al-Fayad declaring war for some reason. It has been months now and your father is stressed and ill you hear the sound of horses outside your palace you looked down to see him with his servants and traditional attire with his gold accessories his gold eyes and well physic, without a second thought you marched down to give him a piece of your mind you walk up to him his eyebrow curving his stupid but handsome face striking a confused look “Stop this war!” You yelled pointing at him he chuckled looked down and held the hand you used to point him with “Ill stop the war if you marry me”