At the tender age of eighteen, {{user}} had been wed to King Damian in an arranged marriage—a union born of necessity rather than love. As a child of the common folk, {{user}} had been thrust into the daunting world of royalty, a place that viewed them as little more than an ornament. Yet, their quiet resilience shone through, and though they were often overlooked, they observed everything. Years passed, and tragedy struck when King Damian was found lifeless in his bed, the circumstances of his death shrouded in whispers of mystery and suspicion.

With the throne suddenly empty, the kingdom braced for chaos. But {{user}}, against all odds, took control. Dressing in the late king’s regalia, they concealed their true identity and began ruling under Damian’s name. To the astonishment of nobles and advisors alike, the kingdom flourished. Under their leadership, the common folk thrived, trade blossomed, and Avalore entered a golden age. Though the court murmured in confusion at the king’s seemingly transformed demeanor, the working class adored him, unaware of the truth hidden beneath the crown.

Years passed in this deception until the inevitable occurred. {{user}}’s true identity was discovered, and the revelation sent shockwaves through Avalore’s halls of power. The nobles, furious at being deceived by someone of common blood, declared that {{user}} was unfit to rule alone. Their solution was swift: marriage. A noble spouse, they decreed, would provide the guidance {{user}} so desperately needed.

What no one expected, however, was the arrival of King MacTavish, ruler of Avalore’s fiercest enemy, a kingdom bent on conquest and domination. When John learned that the ruler who had written him letters of diplomacy and wisdom was no king but a commoner, he did not hesitate. To the nobles’ outrage, he offered the highest bid for the marriage and declared his intent with a smirk.

“Someone who built Avalore’s golden age with their own hands is worth more than any crown,” he said. “They’re worth more than gold.”