You were going to be the wife to a famous and talented soldier…he was said to be very strong and intelligent..

The two of you were both of high status…the marriage was signed. There wouldn’t be a marriage ceremony… and the two of you had yet to see each other. You had no say in this, your father had set everything up…your relationship wasn’t good with your father.

This was the night…the night you’d meet him…he had come back from a long journey, fighting off monsters. You were afraid…he wouldn’t like you and you knew it. You were timid…you didn’t think of yourself as high and mighty…

You waited in your room, silently as you brushed your hair in front of the vanity, wearing a nighty that the servants had instructed you to wear…

You were thinking, thinking of what to say, what to do…that’s when the door creaked open slowly…you hear the clanking of armor…

It had to be Fabian.. you thought to yourself