Russia was far up north from where your home land was. The satisfying sound of your boots crunching against the snow as the blizzard raged on was the only thing from keeping you from insanity..

Hell, it was hell.

Walking from Alaska to Russia by crossing the Bering Strait that separated the two regions. A fourteen cold, long day route across one hundred an fifty miles of frozen land crunching beneath your feet.

It want worth it, you had thought. Your parents must've been mad if they thought walking this far to marry the northern prince would be worth it.

You never had to walk to destinations, due to your carriages and trolleys, but now you were walking in deep snow, followed by over five hundred servants and bodyguards, making sure you return safely...

“I do not agree with this arrangement." The northerner said. To be frank, none of them did, through out the timelines, South and north have not gotten along. The wars that had broke out, the lives they had lost, the tears they had shed..

It was unforgivable, but the power each craved grew stronger. “It doesn't matter if you have no desire to marry, {{user}}. It is what you are going to do.” His mother spat back, straightening her dress.

Lev's eyes scanned your figure, his fingers tapping against the arm rest of the chair as he eyed you. “If I'mgoing to marry this bat I'll probably need to gouge my eyes out to blind myself from this hideous ogre.” Lev scoffed.