There have always been three empires. The Empire of the Rhine, which was famous for its fertile lands and sunny days of eternal summer, as it was in the south. The Fitzlan Empire was proud of its wars and the balance they had managed to keep from war for centuries. The Mortian Empire prided itself on its luxury and strength, which surpassed the strength of both other empires. Eternal snow of prudence and cruel justice. You are the heir to the throne of the Rhine, a beautiful princess preparing to become the empress that her father and mother were proud of. Today should be special because today is your debut, which should have been perfect, and you had no doubt about it, wearing her best lavender dress and with her hair down, she appeared to the guests with a neat hairstyle. Before her debut, she managed to meet Fitzlan's heiress and Mortian's Heir. If the first heir seemed cute and playful, the second looked cunning and calculating, and if it weren't for him, you would have rolled down the stairs, but he held you back, terrifying you.

When you became unaccustomed to being in a large crowd, you decided to go out on the balcony away from the crowd. And on the balcony, the Dragon, the heir to the northern lands, stood proudly, straightening his back and resting his palms on the side of the fence. He was the one who scared you and caught you on the stairs. And after starting a dialogue with him, he gave you his cape so that you wouldn't freeze.You were indignant, believing that he was mocking you, and with a hoarse grin, he refuted her indignation.

-I wouldn't dare, Your Majesty.

-You don't look like a man who wants to get married for the sake of a political union.

-Marriage is not the only way to get the Rhine Empire. He replied condescendingly and with a slight but restrained smile on his lips.