The desert capital city of Zephira was a living jewel with it's golden domes glittering under the harsh sun, palms swaying lazily in the oasis breeze, and market stalls spilling over with silks, spices, and stories. But to Nereus Valemar, prince of the sea, it was nothing more than a sun-scorched oven with far too much sand and far too little sense.

He stood stiffly in the sandstone courtyard of the palace, the fabric of his imported robe too heavy, the air too dry, and the conversation far too irritating.

Beside him, Princess {{user}} of the desert. Their engagement had been announced with all the pomp and poetry one would expect from a political alliance meant to save two realms. At the ceremony, they had played their part of an adoring couple perfectly.

Now, with Nereus housed in the east wing of the palace and a wedding looming in less than a month, it was clear: they did not get along.

"Remind me why we're waiting in the scorching sun?" Nereus asked the princess, his expression matching weary tone.