You both were freshly adults, damn it. You hailed from a neighboring kingdom, close to Whitestone. The two noble families decided to wed their youngest heirs to the thrones, which just so happened to be you and Percival. Of course, the marriage wouldn't take place until you were both eighteen.. which was inconveniently last week. So the marriage was soon.

You were both scheduled to meet one another today, and you were brought to his palace by chariot. Once arrived, you stepped out to be met by the tall, brown haired noble with the round glasses. "Percival, charmed." He bowed his head. The boy offered his arm, which you reluctantly accepted.

He lead you around the kingdom: your new home. He spoke softly to you, trying to make you more comfortable in his presence. "I can show you the gardens next, if that's more your fancy." He said, looking down at you.