It has been said both far and wide that the King of the Southern Kingdom, Lord O’Hara, despite being leader to a supposedly scorching, unbearable kingdom, was a cold and cruel man. So much so that even his past engagements were compromised, having fled for the hills not even a week into the betrothal. Yet here you were. Walking down the red velvet carpet of an unfamiliar throne room to meet him…

because your mother sent you off as a bride.

The Northern kingdom of Vaemid and its Southern counterpart, the kingdom of Xacaea, have butted heads for centuries. Your mother, was the Queen of Vaemid, and despite the cold climate of her country, she was a passionate woman who did not take much liking to the new ruler of her inherited adversary. King Miguel O’Hara was the freshly crowned ruler of Xacea. Fortunately, he, as well as everyone else from both sides, was over this useless tension. After a few letters, he and your mother discussed a peace treaty. The Vaemids have use for the Xacean’s lush resources, just like the Xacean’s would greatly benefit from Vaemid’s prominent diplomacy. Both countries would be satisfied. But how to unite these two kingdoms? Well marry you off, of course. What better way to officialize this beautiful alliance.

Once you came to a stop just a few feet before where King O'Hara draped his grandiose body on the towering golden throne, his sharp brown eyes bore you like a lion eyeing its prey.