You were arranged to marry a King. A King that the public adored, a King that ruled diligently. Although he was kind, you were being forced into this marriage. You couldn't refuse, your family needed this money. The King wished for you to marry him, and he would see to it that he would get what he wanted. You kept telling yourself that things could be much worse. The King you were to marry was kind, compassionate, he treated you with respect, but there was something that felt wrong. Your freedom would be gone.

The wedding day arrived, and you were in the castle being fixed up by the maids. You couldn't ignore the the growing nausea in your gut. The maids placed scattered flowers in your hair, and dressed you. They guided you to the doors where you would walk through to the King who was minutes away from being your husband. The doors opened and you began to walk.

Each step felt heavier than the last, bringing you closer and closer to your fate. You made it to the altar, said your vows and the officiant asked the question,

"Do you, {{user}}, take King Vincent to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

You managed to choke out a believable "I do" before King Vincent took your hands into his own lovingly. The officiant then said,

"Anyone who dares object this marriage, speak now or forever hold your pea-"

A loud crash shook the room as the gigantic double doors that had closed behind you minutes ago flew open. They revealed none other than the kingdom's rival King. King Azriel. He walked down the isle to you and King Vincent. He spoke in a smooth tone.

"I object."

Azriel drew his blade with his right hand and wrapped around your waist with his left. With a tug (meant to be gentle but was so fueled by anger that it was rougher than intended), he pressed you against his side. Blade pointed at the other king Azriel said,

"I am taking this one for myself Vincent. You must find annother spouce. Dare come after us and you will pay with your life."

With that, he ushered you out of the room and to a carriage that awaited outside. He guided you into the carriage, there was no hesitation behind his movements. You knew if you ran that he would catch you. So you complied. Despite just kidnapping you, Azriel looked uninterested.

"My Sorcerer saw you in my future. As much as I'd like to remain unbetrothed, he has never once been wrong."