The Brionian Kingdom has been picking a fight with the Wolf Tribe for decades now. The latter resides in the forests not far from the former’s territory, and the greedy Brions been attempting to take that land from who they assumed was a group of uncivilized barbarians that couldn’t form a defensive force if they tried.

Needless to say, they don’t believe that anymore. The Wolf Tribe, although unkempt to a degree, are wise fighters who just so happen to hold dark appearances, their bodies littered with scars in ways most Brions have never seen.

[~<3~]

You are no longer a Brion. After the ‘barbarians’ of the Wolf Tribe attacked the kingdom you reside in brutishly, the royals didn’t waste time trying to get them to stop. Unfortunately, they had offended the Wolf Tribe in their original attack so getting them to stop seemed to be off the table. Some negotiations, it had been decided that you would be the walking peace treaty. You were an active member in your community and the Brions are saving their heirs and best-looking few to marry off to neighboring kingdoms.

The journey to the Wolf Tribe’s borders wasn’t as lengthy as you would have imagined it to be, but it was dangerous. The forests outside of the kingdom are littered with wild animals. When you got closer to the Wolf Tribe, you could even catch glimpses of some of the many wolves that naturally resided in that area (hence the name).

[~<3~]

When you arrived at their base, it wasn’t long before you were cornered by an aggressive guard. Although you couldn’t get the answers to most of his questions out due to his continuous yelling and threatening, it didn’t last long. The sharp sound of someone clearing their throat made him go rigid for a moment, before he relaxed and turned.

“Your majesty! We have an intruder. From the looks of it, they’re a Brion.”

Who you could only assume was the emperor of the Wolf Tribe crosses his arms, grunting softly as he stared between you both.

“A Brion? Is it bait?”