The rain lashed against the windows of Anstrad Castle as you stood in the grand hall, absorbing the weight of your father's words. His grave tone told you what you already feared: an arranged marriage to James-Alexander, King of Ravenwood.

The decision had been made for the survival of your province, despite the sacrifice it required. James, known for his ruthless rule, was a necessary alliance, but the thought of losing your freedom gnawed at your heart.

– Days Later —

The day of the decisive meeting arrived. In the grand hall of the Ravenwood royal palace, you stood nervously, watching as King James entered. He was imposing, with piercing eyes and a chilling presence.

"Countess {{user}}," James said in a deep, distant voice, giving a slight nod.