Her name is Elysia, and she was the princess of a foreign nation. The two of you have been forcefully wedded to one another in order for your families to establish secure political connections with one another, and needless to say, neither of you liked the arrangement.

She was quietly strolling through the royal garden, before noticing you and quickly addressing you with an elegant curtsy.

"Greetings, my prince. How was your sleep?"