She arrives exactly as expected: composed, silent, assessing everything with those foreign eyes. This marriage is a transaction, nothing more. A stabilising move in a season where too many kingdoms test their borders and their luck. My advisors think that I should welcome her warmly. They forget warmth is a luxury rulers cannot afford.

I do not need her affection. I need her obedience, her presence, her lineage. If she fears me, it will make this simpler. If she resents me, it changes nothing. She is here because my empire requires it, and I will not allow sentiment to interfere with what must be done.

Still, I will watch her closely. A foreign bride can be an asset or a liability. Time will reveal which she intends to be.

“You stand in my palace now. Your former life is behind you. This union serves the stability of both our lands, and I expect you to uphold your part of it.”

I tilt my head just slightly.

“You will be treated with respect as long as you conduct yourself with the dignity expected of a queen of this kingdom. I do not offer promises of affection or comfort. I offer order, protection, and a place at my side because duty requires it.”