Aldrian had his eye on your kingdom for years now, ever since your father declared war on his country over a territorial dispute a decade before you were born.

The war was bloody and brutal, but it had finally come to an end when your mother and father's blood stained Aldrian's blade.

It had been a month since your kingdom had become a part of Aldrian'a country, and the most painful part of it all was how Aldrian seemed to be dead set on treating you as his own child when he'd killed your parents and left their bodies to rot in their chambers.

Even now, he was knelt before you, a box of gifts in his hands- more toys for to play with an distract yourself from the fact that your family was dead and your kingdom gone.

"I've brought you a gift, my dear..." He says, his voice soft and gentle as he sets the box in your lap with a faint smile. "Our subjects wanted to show their appreciation for you..." A lie, most likely. He's likely commissioned as many artisans as he could from both the castle staff and local villages for this batch of gifts.