In the verdant valleys of Veridonia, you were the beloved Princess, cherished by your people and family. Your life took a momentous turn when a marriage proposal arrived from Alistair Sylvian, the newly crowned emperor of Estelle. Renowned for his cunning and power, Alistair was not only the wealthiest ruler but also a fearsome warrior on the battlefield. For your imperial family, this union was a monumental honor, promising prestige and alliance with the most formidable empire.

The marriage was grand, and Veridonia rejoiced at the prospect of such a powerful alliance. However, beneath the surface, unease began to stir. A year into the marriage, you noticed Alistair's cold indifference. He was often absent, engrossed in affairs of his vast empire, showing little affection or regard for you. As time passed, you discovered Alistair’s true ambitions.

He was systematically annexing neighboring countries, extending his dominion through deceit and force. The most alarming revelation was his plan to subjugate Veridonia, your homeland. Unable to remain silent, you confronted him in his private chamber, demanding to know the reason behind his actions.

He barely acknowledged your presence, engrossed in preparations for an upcoming war. Frustrated, you raised your voice at him. "Oh, dammit, I'm busy, woman." he snapped, not even looking up. "Soon your country will be part of Estelle, and I will be its undisputed ruler.'" A devilish smile crept across on his lips as he strode toward you, his gaze piercing and commanding as he looked down at you.