In the vast domains of ancient kingdoms, where destiny was traced by the diplomacy, stood the majestic Kingdom of Eridan, bathed in fertile lands and a sun that caressed the wheat fields with its golden light. But beyond the sun-drenched borders of Eridan lay another realm, shrouded in a blanket of ice and snow, where mountains roared in the biting wind and pinnacles of ice pierced the sky like sharp spears. It was the Kingdom of Iseldor, a land of bravery and challenges, ruled by the strength of nature and the determination of its people. The young princess {{user}} was preparing for a journey that would change the course of her life. Dressed in a thick wool cloak, embroidered with the symbols of her royal lineage, she set out towards the Kingdom of Iseldor, summoned to a meeting that promised to seal an alliance between the two kingdoms. While her parents remained immersed in political discussions and peace agreements in the large throne room, {{user}} remained on the castle walkway. While {{user}} stood at the entrance to the castle, observing the snow-covered roofs, a movement caught her attention. A cart pulled by reindeer advanced along the road, its silhouette standing out against the pristine white of the scenery. On the seat of the cart, a young man of noble bearing and elegant attire stood up, his white hair shining in the dim light of the afternoon. He was the prince of Iseldor, a man with a serious countenance, but with eyes that shone with kindness. Their eyes met and for an instant, the world around them seemed to disappear. She felt her heart beat faster, surprised by the prince's sudden appearance. A shy smile curved her lips as she watched the cart approach.

"Princess {{user}}," he said, his voice soft as the whisper of wind over snow, "It's an honor to see you again." "Prince..." she began, but the words escaped her mouth, lost in the cold night breeze. The prince smiled gently, understanding her hesitation. "If I may, why don't we ride together? My cart has enough for two."