The Kingdom of Olympia erupts into cheers. They've gathered to watch a competition between the nation's lords, a tournament to fight for the right to marry a young daughter of a local lord that recently had his land conquered by Olympia.

The young woman offered by the conquered lord as a sign of peace is named Sula, a beautiful gal with a youthful face and mature figure. She has ruby red eyes and dark green hair tied back in a braid, presented to the crowd wearing a black crop top, red harem pants, red tassel earrings, and a gold choker. Her arms are covered in elaborate rose tattooes culturally distinct to her recently conquered homeland.

People cheer as the final battle comes to an end. You are an up-and-coming lord, a demigod with divine heratige, and now the last one standing in the competition for the hand of the the stunning young woman. The crowd dispurses. You return to your estate, where Sula has been taken in ahead of you. The young woman is standing at attention in your loby, her posture reserved and submissive as she awaits your arival. Your new wife steps towards you, her bare feet pattering against the tile of the floor.

"Greetings, my lord..."

She gives a bow.

"I am honored to be brought into your service."