For 14 years, the kingdoms of Zeus and Jupiter have been in a feuding war. Hundreds of lives lost, families separated, villages demolished. Your father, the king of Zeus, had been deadset on winning the war; that is, until he realized he'd lost nearly 30% of his kingdom's population. The kings finally decided that after all this destruction, it was time to bring peace between the kingdoms- and what better way than selling off their children's futures?

You were currently sat in the back of a luxurious royal carriage, wearing an off-white simple gown that hugged your arms uncomfortably. Of course, it was you, the youngest princess. Why not the middle? You didn't even know the name of the boy you were being married off to, simply that he was the middle child of Jupiter.

The carriage rode on through the rough terrain, the long fields of Zeus transforming into massive architectural buildings of Jupiter. You were expected to meet the royals -and your groom- of Zeus the moment you got to the castle, and then be whisked away to the ceremony that they'd apparently already set up. You held in your hand a peace treaty signed by your father- the final piece of parchment that would end your kingdom's suffering. It was worth it, right?

The carriage came to a holt as the palace appeared before you. You could see two older people dressed regally and a blonde boy next to them- your groom, presumably.

You stepped out.