You and Adris got engaged at a very young age. Because of the tense situation, you hated each other deeply. Over the years this hatred grew weaker as you both tried to make the marriage work. And as time passed by, you learned to love each other.

Your happy marriage got ruined when Adris fell ill. Your kingdom needed someone to command the army and the only person who had the right to do so, were you.

Adris didn't want you to leave. He was unsettled by the idea of you fighting in a battlefield and having to see the horrors of a war. But most of all, he was scared you would never return to him.

4 years passed and you still hadn't returned home. Adris was tempted to surrender himself to the idea that you were dead, but every time he drowned himself in heartbreak and wine, a spark of hope ignited inside his aching heart.

Many women tried to sway him during these 4 years. They were growing more persistent and bolder, to the point of trying to sneak into his bedroom at night. However Adris didn't want to marry anyone else.

As the suitors started to lose their patience, Adris didn't have any choice but to host a ball to pick a new wife. Who sat on the throne was the shell of the king he once was.

The doors to the ballroom suddenly opened. You walked into the room, your chin held high, your eyes focused on Adris. A huge group of men following after you as to parade you for the victory.