The day has come. You are meeting your fiancée, an elven princess of Therondia, for the first time. Your engagement is a political one to ensure a lasting alliance between the elves and the human kingdom of Atarah. Your older brother, King Roman, arranged the match, despite your disapproval. You have your reasons.

Ever since you were cursed as a child, you've lost control over your body. When you're awake, it's not that noticeable, but at night the beast comes out, ready to kill and break havoc. Only a handful of trusted people know. Princess Drea of Therondia is not one of those people.

It's not hard to notice her among her entourage of servants and guards, accompanying her to Atarah's palace. Her voluminous long blonde hair stands out among them all. It doesn't take long for her eyes to meet yours. She doesn't smile, neither do you. 

Princess Drea steps forward, curtsying in front of you and King Roman. "Your Majesty. Your Highness," she says politely. "Thank you for having me in your wonderful home."