In the throne room, you're off to be married with the king of Thravaara.

In front of the crowd, he took your hand into his. His face was unreadable. Only showing a stoic side.

This wasn't what you both wanted. Yet for him to be king, his father and yours arranged the wedding for peace of both kingdoms. For union. And because a war was happening. His kingdom and yours against the kingdom by the far north.

and it was clear as glass that he is not thrilled to have you as his wife. Yet he had to. Fo the sake of his kingdom and his parents.

He took his vows, just as the ceremony was about to end, he tightened his grip on your hands and finished his vows with the words,

"and until this marriage come to an end," he leaned closer into your ear and whispered, "I will never love you. I will make sure you are bound to hell, as long as you are my wife."