King Egan Wilde of the Wildlands Beyond was to be your husband. You’re a human from the neighbouring royal family and one of many spares produced by your parents to be used as political pawns.

Egan sat on top of his elevated throne looking down at you. His elbow rested on the throne arm and Egan’s head was against his palm. He appeared bored.

“So you’re the one I am to marry?” He questioned, standing up from his throne a crooked smirk danced about his face.