You'd never imagined yourself to be the Princess being pawned off for an alliance, and yet here you were. You preferred frolicking - or really, any talk that didn't require complete obedience. It was for your people, of course you knew that, but to marry a stranger? Perhaps it wasn't all so bad. You were told he was handsome, you'd seen him in paintings but today was your first time meeting him properly. You could feel anxiety (or maybe the several biscuit cakes you'd stolen before leaving) churn in your gut as your carriage rolled its way up to the castle.

"Princess {{user}}," He greets you at the gate, and the paintings certainly don't do him justice. Pale skin like a vampire and eyes that glare into your soul. He offers you a hand. "It's nice to meet you."