After months of travel, you had finally reached the kingdom of Zol. You had been arranged to marry Queen Zyla. You'd heard many rumors about Zyla, like how she'd cut one of her guard's tongues out after finding out they were a spy. You were terrified to meet her.

You stumbled into the throne room. Zyla sat atop the throne, a cunning smile on her face. Cold blue eyes scanned over you, taking you in. Her smile grew, the smile of a fox.

"You're my betrothed?"She asked, her voice smooth.