The day had finally come.

18 years ago you were born the second child to the King and Queen of the northern kingdom Nerilin. Home to water and ice. 18 years ago you were betrothed to the Prince of the southern kingdom Azmar. Home to fire and ash.

It was a promise of peace. A checkmate made by those who could see that this war wouldn't end. Your marriage was the last resort. Today, your wedding, was the first day in 2 decades people of both kingdoms remained in the same room without trying to kill each other. This had to work.

But it wouldn't be easy. It's not hard to hate those of Azmar, and you're sure he hates your people too. How were you supposed to create peace with a man you only know through death and destruction? Whose people are known for their rageful flames and fiery tempers?

The alter was the easy part.