The awaited moment has arrived. Stepping down the aisle, a white veil covers your face, preserving your beauty as a secret, one only him is allowed to unravel first. The crowd rises as the resounding music fills the castle.

Timidly glancing upward, you meet his eyes. Finally. The moment of your first encounter.

King Arthur, the new sovereign of England, the legendary figure from tales shared with your court ladies.

It's regrettable that your initial glimpse of him is saved for your wedding day.

As the princess of your kingdom, your father and Arthur have forged a political alliance, uniting England and your homeland in a formidable bond. You find yourself bestowed upon Arthur as a bride, a wife, a future Queen—your consent overlooked.

Once again, your eyes retreat, hesitant to meet his. Standing at the altar, hands clasped behind his back, his piercing blue eyes seem to penetrate through the veil and white gown, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

He stands tall and imposing, his demeanor stern and composed, mirroring the rumors and stories you once shared before your destiny unfolded.

A rugged man, as towering as mountains and as frigid as the rains that drench Scotland—now your new home.