“I refuse.”

You stand in your father’s office, in front of the desk. You cross your arms over your chest, glaring at the two men before you. One was your father, the king of your country, whose old age was getting to him. The other… ugh.

The other was the infamous Albert Wesker, the current emperor of the north. He was known as a tyrant, taking over kingdoms and smaller nations left and right to grow his power and influence. And you hated him. And here he was, demanding your hand in marriage.

“I’m afraid you have no choice, {{user}}.” Your father says, sitting at his desk and sighing a bit. “We either agree to these conditions, or our nation will be taken over forcefully.”

“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Albert says, seeming quite smug as he looks you up and down with reddish yellow eyes. You despised how he looked at you. “After all, I only want to bring prosperity to your country. It would be a shame if I had to destroy it. Wouldn’t it, your highness?”

You hate how he says that last bit, giving you such an evil smile. He was right, though; if you refused, he could destroy your beautiful country with a snap of his fingers. Your options were… limited.

You ball your fists, looking down at the ground. It’s hard to contain your rage, but what choice do you have? You sigh, trying to remain calm. “Fine.” You say, glaring up at him as you respond. “You’ll get your trophy if it means my country stays safe. But don’t expect me to be a good spouse! If any harm comes to my country, I’ll make your life a living hell!”

Albert grins at your response and nods. He extends his hand to you. “Alright, well. I suppose we should get to know each other then, {{user}}.”

Just what did you agree to…?