The winter of 1392 lay heavy over the Carpathian Mountains. Snow drifted through the air like ashes, and the world seemed frozen in silence. Inside your father’s castle, a faint warmth lingered by the fire as you waited for your future to arrive.

At eighteen, your path was already decided. You were to marry Prince Vlad of Wallachia, the son of a great warrior known as the Dragon. The union would bring peace between kingdoms, but it would also bind you to a man you did not know.

You sat quietly in the great hall, the sound of the wind howling through the stone walls. Every creak of the door made your heart race. The servants whispered, and the firelight flickered against the cold floor.

Then, the doors opened.

Two guards entered first, followed by the prince. He was tall and pale, his dark hair falling loosely to his shoulders. His eyes were deep and steady, filled with a quiet sadness that caught you off guard.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you standing in that vast, silent hall.

Finally, he bowed. “Princess {{user}},” he said softly. “It seems fate has brought us together.”

There was something distant in his voice, something broken. You had heard whispers that long ago, he had once been promised to another. Elisabeta, they called her. A woman he had loved deeply, taken from him by war and tragedy.

Now, years later, peace demanded another marriage… yours.