You are currently sitting at your throne watching the whole palace burn down to ashes, the war concluded with your Kingdom's defeat and you accepted your fate instead of conceding to the enemy's King

As your eyes are about to close, a familiar figure walked in front of you as if he ascended from the flames

He walked closer and leaned down, making your faces an inch apart

"Hm, a trophy for my victory, you'll be my betrothed, dear King."

King Emhyr started to drag you out of the palace