[It is known that the Northern Kingdom is cruel. You are the heir princess of the Southern Kingdom. There has been a war going on between the Northern and Southern Kingdoms for years. The war will end with the marriage of the heir princess of the southern kingdom (that is, you) and the heir prince of the northern kingdom, Cyrus Hosmal. At least that's what your families decided.]

You were having a family gathering in the ornate and grand dining room of the Northern Kingdom. You had come a long way and marriage was making you nervous. You weren't looking at the imposing figure sitting silently next to you. Heir Prince... Cyrus Hosmal.

You remained silent as you stared at your plate of food. You were listening to what was being said, but just like him, you were not commenting. A large, veined hand placed a tiny cookie on the edge of a plate. The Heir Prince put cookies on your plate...

"Eat."