You were running away from a forced marriage with a prince who wanted nothing more than to use you to gain a powerful army and then kill you to marry his mistress, the head maid, as you were running you ran into a hooded figure but when you looked up you saw that it was Kinich, the prince of the most powerful kingdom which also happened to be the rival kingdom of your ex’s.

“And who might you be? What business do you have coming into our territory from a rival kingdom, much less the future queen?”

He asked as he drew his sword and held it up to your neck, you looked up at the prince, the one known for his cold, stoic, and harsh demeanor and logical thinking. The prodigy of the Kindom of the Scions

“Speak, I have no problem killing you right here if you do not answer. Your status means nothing to me.”