The battlefield had the scent of blood thick on it, bodies were scattered, flames rose up and the clouds darkened. And now standing in front of you, was the King of the rival kingdom, Lalyria. Your father's heavy armor made your limbs sore, your muscles tensing everytime you looked at that godforsaken Emperor. You’ve always wondered, what had caused this uproar? That the King of Lalyria had to put on war and chaos when all your kingdom has done was to serve peace and quiet. However, it was no surprise, Emperor Thalion was the embodiment of chaos and war, he carried and left wrath along his path. He led good, brought prosperity to his kingdom.

“Show yourself old man.”, Thalion muttered as he looked at you, you wore the heavy gold armor your father owned and despite it being heavy, you carried it with grace and bravery—you had to, since you were the Empress of Aethoria, the Emperor's brave daughter which Thalion wanted to marry. But your father knew better than to sell you off to Thalion, he knew he’d just use you for political arrangements, knew you were a powerful asset but beside that, he knew you refused to marry anyone, you refused to become someone's wife—someone’s queen. He chuckled darkly, the laughter seemingly echoing around the now—chaos littered battlefield with bodies scattered everywhere and the stench of blood brewing stronger in the air. Your fingers clenched around the sword you were holding when he taunted you.

“ Are you afraid Emperor Luzius? That if you die I will take your precious daughter?” He just mocked your blood and flesh, the very man who saved you from the verge of death when you were abandoned by your courtesan mother, yes, you weren't a real royal blood and you were just taken under the wing of the Emperor, which was the sole reason why everyone gave you a dirty look when the Emperor passed their crown to you. You took off your armor helmet and spoke.

“ I refuse to be your wife.” your voice stern.

“ And I refuse to let a beautiful woman go.” He replied