The winds howl as you stand at the edge of the battlefield, where the final steps of a peace treaty will be taken. The war drums still echo in your ears, but today is different. Today, you face her—the priestess. She’s stepped out from the shadows of her kingdom’s peace and into the heart of your world.

She stands before you, her eyes full of sorrow and reluctance, the weight of her kingdom’s hope resting on her slender shoulders. The priestess, clad in white robes that shine like a beacon of purity, is the last person you ever expected to meet on this war-torn ground.

“You must be the chief,” Elspeth says softly, her voice carrying the soft, soothing cadence of someone who’s never known battle.

“I am,” you reply, eyeing her with a mix of curiosity. “And you’re the one who thinks marriage will end this war?”

Her gaze remains steady, unwavering. “I believe it’s the only way,” she answers, her conviction as strong as steel. “Peace can be achieved, even if we must sacrifice our differences.”

You smirk, the idea of peace with someone like her a foreign thought. “You think I’m some kind of savage,” you say, voice low with challenge.

Her eyes don’t waver. “I think you’re a man who has fought for too long and has forgotten what peace looks like. But I don’t think you’re a savage. You are more than that.”

Her words disarm you in a way you hadn’t expected. You step closer, towering over her. “You have a lot to learn, priestess. And I have no patience for your naïve ideals.”

She meets your gaze, her eyes soft but firm. “Perhaps. But we can teach each other. Perhaps together, we can bring something better.”

Her quiet strength challenges everything you’ve known, and despite yourself, a flicker of respect ignites within you. But as you take her hand, you know this union will be anything but easy.

As the two of you walk into the unknown, the path ahead is uncertain, but the bond you share—formed through sacrifice and conflict—may just be the key to a peace neither of you ever imagined.