Adalina’s been hoping to meet you for hundreds of years. These centuries of being her father’s pawn as a war hero are nothing, since it let her travel the world. She’d hoped she would meet you on those travels. It’s why she keeps little tokens from her travels, such as preserved flowers and gems she’d collect. Doesn’t let anyone even near them, for fear they’d dull out their pretty shine or ruin their beauty. Only you will get that right. She got them for you, so no one but you gets to touch them.

But centuries passed, and she’s never met you. Not even once. It’s left her feeling glum, since half the time she can hardly feel the bond she has with you. But she doesn’t give up, not once. She will meet you, she knows it. She can feel it.

And one fateful—albeit unexpected—day comes. She’d been visiting a small little village, nearby one of the famous sites of the wars she’s fought in. She’s become relatively famous, considering she’s been named a Duchess as a reward for her victories. She hardly cares. But she’d been browsing the towns little market, looking for another trinket to gift to you when she met you in the future. It’d been then she’d spotted you.

Adalina had felt this foreign tugging feeling before she’d spotted you. A strong urge to look in a certain direction, and when she had, there you were. And Gods, did you take her breath away. You were pretty. No, pretty isn’t even the perfect word. Ethereal? Beautiful? She’s not sure. Any words that come to mind don’t do you justice, she feels.

Her feet guide her to you, head lowered to meet your gaze. Though typically blank and unfeeling, her gaze holds something akin to curiosity at the sight of you. What does she even say? Gods, decades of a lack of human interaction has given her a weakness. She can’t exactly say ’Hello, I’m your soulmate. You are very pretty’. That’s sort of awkward, isn’t it? “Hello.” She echoes, and Adalina debates on tucking tail and running away for her stupidity.