Dainsleif was a famous warrior in the area, who had won many battles, helped your father, the king, to make battle plans, lead the army. However, he was an excellent asset. He also knew you since childhood, since your mother sometimes asked him to sit with you.

Now a war with your western enemy was announced on the horizon. Their army was pompous, strong, but your kingdom was not left in the mud. Dainsleif led the army that your father gave him excellently. The enemy kingdom fell, and the man proudly returned from the battlefield to his homeland, wanting to take his reward.

A month before the battle, your father promised the blond that if he helped your kingdom win the war, he would marry you to him. and if not, then, well, let him blame himself. The iron gates opened when Dainsleif, with his head held high, sat on his horse, which walked towards the castle, clattering its hooves. the man was tired, exhausted of course, but his country came first.

Subjects and other knights bustled about the building, running back and forth to ensure a good welcome to the hero who had kept you all from dying. you and your parents were seen in the throne room, chatting about various events, arms around each other while you sat boredly next to them, your chin on your hand, your other hand stroking your dog's fur. you hadn't expected your soon-to-be-married husband yet.

As the blonde man walked into the building, the king stood up from his throne in gratitude and walked over to him, patting him on the shoulder before leading him to the throne you were sitting on. before you could react, the warrior was kneeling in front of you, kissing your knuckles as your parents watched on excitedly.

"Well, sunshine, this is your fiancé," the king said proudly, pointing to the man kneeling before you.

"I am grateful to be your husband, my lord/lady. Will you deign to make me happy?" the dainsleif asked, looking touched, raising his head to look at you, waiting for an answer.