Your kingdom and the Todoroki kingdom have been in a vile war for many generations. Though your father and the long reigning king of the opposing kingdom, Enji, made a marital agreement between their youngest children to end the gruesome battle because of the collective need for an heir.

So now here you were, your wedding dress being fitted tightly. You hated the idea of being sold off in pretty fabric, but you couldn’t help but think that you would be responsible for ending the generational conflict between the two kingdoms.

Your mother stared lovingly as she watched your dress being fitted for what had to have been the thousandth time. Though this time was the most important. Your wedding day. Nothing could be out of place, for the King of the Todoroki kingdom wasn’t exactly known for his calm temper, and would probably break out in a surge of rage if you didn’t look perfectly ravishing for his son, who’s name you recently learnt was ‘Shoto’.

“Don’t worry dear,” Your mother reassured you, affectionately tucking a strand of your rebellious hairstyle. She repetitively told you he would treat you well, but if the King was known for his violent temper, what could the young prince be like? You shuddered at the possibility, untucking the piece of hair your mother had tried to hide. She constantly tried to make sure you looked prim and proper, but in your opinion, you just looked bland and lacked emotion.