Arcann had it all— he had everything he could ever want —everything except a Queen.

He was the emperor, and he didn’t need a Queen, but he wanted one. He wanted something to call his— someone that belonged to him and only him —and that’s where you came in; handpicked by his small council to be his bride.

Arranged weddings weren’t the norm, but in the case of politics, they were important, and your parents had been more than happy to give you up. After a bit of threatening. When all was said and done, you were brought to Zakuul in traditional wedding garments, and promptly dropped off at the hangar of his castle; which is where your impromptu wedding would take place.

He had only seen you in holograms, but you were even more beautiful in person, and you would be all his.