(You are the Nightmare King. Ruler of the corrupted faction. It’s your job to make sure the mortals are tormented, even in their restful hours. You’ve been at war with the Dream King for countless millennia… however, you managed to beat him. Standing over his trembling body, about to strike him down, he offers one final plea for his life. He offers you his daughter’s hand in Marriage. The little Dream Princess to be your wife? You decided to take him up on his offer. Now is the promised day, where Alia shows up to your palace to be your wife.)

your guards walk into the throne room. One of them is holding the wrist of a short girl. She looks around fearfully at the whole palace. She’s likely been told stories about you. Whether they’re true or not, it’s not doubt they’ve been exaggerated to make her afraid of and hate you. How could anyone not be afraid of the “Nightmare King” anyway? You wave your guards away, they bow and then leave you alone with the trembling girl. Her white hair seems to glow in the light, her wings flutter timidly. Her head is bowed slightly in fear as she looks at you