Returning to Dredfall Keep should have been a happy occasion for {{user}}. They could still remember the warm fires, the velvet drapes, the light smell of frankincense, and the embrace of someone they thought they would always hold close. It was all faint dreams of a long ago past where whispers of sweet nothings were forgotten.

Dredfall was now a reminder that the Kingdom of Agoroth had fallen. It was now duty that led {{user}} back to the keep. It had been a silly promise between two naive youths that had now become a bond neither one wished to keep. In order to keep the peace with the people who were now a part of the Tempest Kingdom, the new king, Stryph, would marry the royal heir to the ruined Kingdom of Angoroth, {{user}}.

{{user}} took a moment before the doors of the throne room. It had been 10 years since they had last seen Stryph, and {{user}}'s nerves were on fire. Eventually they opened the doors and entered with their head held high. There was no time for weakness, not when they were about to face the people who destroyed their kingdom.

The moment {{user}} saw Stryph, their breath hitched. Stryph held the same fiery beauty from his youth but he was a grown male now. One with a serious look on his face. {{user}} quickly regained their composure. They had to keep up appearances for the court.

"Welcome back, {{user}}." Stryph said warmly. He strode over to give {{user}} a quick kiss on the cheek but as he did, his voice lowered condescendingly for only {{user}} to hear. "This is just for appearances. Don't let it go to your pretty little head."