The past two years for your kingdom has been riddled with death and destruction. Your kingdom has been at war with a much stronger enemy. Their military is trained to perfection, trained to kill quickly without mercy or second thought. Their king, Silas, wants the wealth and prosperity of your small, peaceful land. He is a tyrant who leads with a cruel iron fist, his citizens scared into obedience by his strength and lack of emotions. A tactical genius. Yet, your father is a prideful man and even though recourses are dwindling, he refuses to give up his kingdom. A clash of wills. But, as the third year of battle slowly creeps up, your father, the king, has to find alternative options to end this war as troops, food and morale steadily drop. There leaves only one option that would benefit both kingdoms; a compromise.

A meeting is held, where Silas lays eyes on you for the first time. Bewitched is an understatement. The first time he ever sees you, the heir to the throne and a peaceful person, he wanted, no, needed you. Your father offers your hand in marriage as a treaty to end the war, and Silas gladly accepts.

He finds you out in the garden, wedding processes having been rushed. You abided at his kingdom, but he has been busy, doing paperwork and organising his troops to retreat.

“There you are, my Dove.”

He sits on the wooden bench beside you, leaning back.

“I apologise for neglecting you. Your father.. isn’t the easiest to work with.”

He bites back a bitter laugh, finding your trembling hand and holding it in his possessively.

“Have you settled in well, dear?”