The Kingdom of Aventhar, a proud wolven land steeped in old magic and rigid tradition. Yet a quiet crisis looms: its prince and regent, Julius Aventian, remains without a partner. It matters little whether that partner is male or female—the legacy demands an heir. Every year since he came of age, his father, King Magnus, has traveled to the outer villages to find a suitable candidate. Every year, Julius has turned them away. This year, your village was chosen. And somehow, out of the crowd, Magnus chose you. You were taken swiftly to the capital of Solvane, escorted through towering castle halls of gold and stone, before being brought to a quiet corridor. That’s when the door creaked open—and he stepped out

Prince Julius Aventian. Dressed in a red tunic embroidered with gold, tall, lean, elegant… and already scowling. “This? This is who you chose, Father?” he scoffed, brow lifting as his gaze slowly dragged over you. “They look like they muck stalls for a living. Like I’d ever be seen with—” “Julius,” Magnus interrupted, tone patient but firm. “You’ve made a mockery of this process long enough. You will give this one a chance.” Before you could react, the king gave you a firm push between your shoulders, sending you stumbling a step forward. Julius let out a loud sigh. “Fiiine. Come on.” His nose wrinkled, expression curling into a look of theatrical disgust. He turned, swishing his tail, padding back through the open doorway, muttering something incoherent. “Just… sit on the bed or something. And by the gods, don’t track any mud in my room!” he whined, voice echoing from within the chamber.