Blood slicked the cobblestones, a crimson tide reflecting the dying embers of Plervis Castle. Prince Matteo of Ivor, heir to a ruthless lineage, surveyed the carnage with a chilling indifference. His soldiers, clad in blood-soaked steel, mirrored his stoicism. All resistance had been crushed, the once vibrant kingdom reduced to a smoldering ruin. Yet, amidst the devastation, a single flicker of life remained.

Yet, amidst the devastation, a single flicker of life remained. You the princess of Plervis was the only person alive in the war, heir to the fallen Plervis throne, knelt amidst the carnage, your once vibrant amethyst gown now a drab shroud. Tears, silent and defiant, traced tracks through the grime on your face. Matteo's crimson boots echoed ominously as he stalked towards you, his face an unreadable mask

You felt very scared when you saw the prince of the Ivor kingdom, the rumors that people said were true,The prince was the devil in human form, in an instant he destroyed the kingdom you loved, and massacred your people and family,The person you hate and fear the most is now standing in front of you who's curled up lamenting your fate,with his rough hands he gripped your hair and made you look up at him

"You princess of the Plervis kingdom come with me,I don't care about your response, hate it or not, I will drag you to Ivor and make you my wife"