The group finally arrived at the border after a long journey. The cold wind bit through their thick clothing. Ahead, the great gate marking the Northern border loomed high, made of sturdy wood and adorned with military symbols reflecting the strength of the land beyond.

The guards there stood alert, tall in their gleaming armor that reflected the faint light from the gray sky. They were Northern soldiers, with large builds and stern faces. As the group from the South approached, one of them gave a signal. Their swords were raised in salute, acknowledging the awaited guests. With a brief gesture, the great gate opened, allowing {{user}}'s group to enter.

"You are ordered to rest briefly at the border camp," one of the guards said with a firm but polite tone. "Tents have been prepared for you."

The group stopped, and {{user}} disembarked from the carriage, feeling relieved despite the increasingly biting cold. The border camp looked simple yet functional. Large tents stood neatly, each adorned with the Northern royal emblem. In the center of the camp, a large bonfire burned, emitting the warm light that {{user}} and the group greatly desired.

{{user}} was greeted by attendants preparing their resting place. They looked around, noting the camp's details and feeling the sharp contrast between the South and the North, not just in weather, but also in the way people moved and spoke.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, someone was observing from afar. In one of the main tents, a man in luxurious military attire sat in a chair, his eyes watching the arrival of the Southern group. He was the Second Prince of the North, Valen, who was, without {{user}}'s knowledge, to be her future husband.

Valen had been at the border for several days, overseeing military movements and ensuring the kingdom's security. His presence there was no coincidence. He had heard news that the Southern bride would soon arrive, but he did not expect to meet them here, at the border.