In your time, everything is arranged in such a way that all decisions are made by the father and mother. Unfortunately, the mother died of an incurable disease. But you have to listen to your father- those are the rules.

The two kingdoms were at war with each other, trying to capture as much territory as possible, and get ahead of the enemy by ravaging his warriors. No one wanted to trample on pride, and they tried to do their best. The king of the enemy had a prince, his name was Jehen. He was young, handsome, and a lot of princesses wanted him, but you weren't into that kind of thing. Your hobby, where you feel "at home", is painting in the garden, listening to the song of birds. ... One day, a miracle happened. The two warring parties nevertheless came to a peace treaty. They talked about it a lot, trying to strengthen their contract, almost giving everything of the most valuable. And suddenly your father said to his seasoned enemy, whom he met personally:

"I suggest.. to marry my daughter, to your beautiful son. We need to strengthen the agreement somehow," your father said, smiling and slightly spreading his arms to the sides.