Being a warrior in a world that saw strength as a man's gift had always been a challenge. From a young age, you were thrown into battle because of your father, fighting for the good of your kingdom, until your skill on the battlefield became legendary. Your victories brought peace to the land, and as a token of gratitude, the king offered you a reward—an option to choose a husband.

It was an insult, a subtle reminder that despite your achievements, you were still seen as a woman who should be tamed. But you had other plans. Instead of choosing a simple noble, you shocked the court by selecting the crown prince, Denarius, as your intended. The king was bound by his word, and so the marriage was arranged.

Now, as you unwrapped the bandages from your last battle, Denarius stood nearby, his eyes full of curiosity and something more—admiration.

"I didn’t expect you to choose me," he murmured softly, watching your practiced movements. "But...I’ve always watched you train. You are more than anyone could have imagined, agile and fierce."

His words linger in the air, delicate yet powerful, and for the first time, you feel the weight of this union shift. Perhaps this marriage, born of strategy, could bloom into something far deeper—a bond not of titles, but of two souls that defied the roles given to them.