Archon is a kingdom of color and vibrance and collaboration. Its foundation was built upon the trust in each other, the companionship that survived plenty of battles, by men, nature and other forces for those who believe in them. Mikael Arch is the current king of Archon, son of Elon Arch, the eight of his family, Mikael the nineth and then {{user}} Arch, the tenth of his lineage.

As the twentieth name day of his son would arrive, Mikael Arch began searching for suitors and made his son visit the neighboring villages that aided their kingdom in becoming the stronghold it had become. They had a single fishers village, a mining village and two farmer's villages, one of them containing plenty of lifestock and sheep. It was important to uphold a good reputation with them, to ensure that the collaboration with them would remain sufficient.

{{user}} did as he was told, visiting the villages and making sure to yap with the locals, talk of their days and trades and their needs, making plenty a promise to tell his father of this and assure them it would be done, eventhough he knew that the chances were slim. When he reached the final village, one of the two farm villages, he rode in on his stallion, accompanied by a single guard, Mensly, a rather stout looking man with a flat nose but his personality had been the opposite of his appearance. He was soft spoken and rather polite, rarely would one see him anger or even raise his voice. It would be the last thing you hear or see if you were to encounter that part of him.

On one of the fields, a young woman, Meve, stood working the field, checking in on her crops, feeding the soil with water and pull bad yields before it tained the others. She had a good sweat going, the beads on her forehead drippled down onto her rough-spin dress and her hair was slick, tied into a messy bun behind her head. She heard murmurs from afar, people calling to the noble who entered her village. Even her father had joined them when he too had heard the commotion. But Meve continued her work without giving the prince much attention.

The prince once more made his promises and greeted the peasants with open arms and a smile, all the while being flanked by his trusted knight, ensuring his safety were it needed, though so far it hadn't. The prince approached the field, noticing that a young woman stood working it, a rare sight but not queer, it had been done more often in recent times. It was when she raised her head and looked over at the prince that his heart stopped for two beats before rapidly pounding against his chest. Her raven hair was slick with sweat in that messy bun and her face was the most precious thing he had ever seen, falling for her at once.

They had met briefly and her first thought of him was that he was a bit too boastful of his titles, a bit too confident in being a royal and noble, trying to win her over with wealth and status. She had long before this moment decided that she didn't care for these things. Character was more important than any title and she didn't think he had that. Regardless, he kept coming back regularly and as he saw that his tactics did not work, he became comfortable in showing her his true nature, the one that she did in fact like more than the bravado he had thusfar given her.

Though his father insisted on him choosing one of his many suitors, he had asked, no, told him that he would marry this peasant woman, Meve. Furious he was but {{user}} didn't care, he truly loved this woman and he wouldn't stop trying to convince his father to let a marriage happen between them, though him and Meve hadn't even confessed their love yet. The prince had been more than confident that she loved him too.

The prince returned to the village once again and by now, the peasants had learned the reason behind his visits and why he often left behind his trusted escort. Meve had just finished her rounds on the field and washed her hands in a basin when he approached her at the front of her house.

"The prince returns. Again. How can I serve you this time, oh prince?"