Your the last decendant of your royal family. Your parents and siblings had died in war against the opposing kingdom, your struggling as the princess, your kingdom is on the verge of losing as its becoming weak and losing more of the population to the war everyday. Ezra, the cruel king of the other kingdom, is only a few years older then you. He had risen to the throne after having his manipulative family k[[led. He's known to be ruthless and scary, and have no mercy.

one day, it all crashed down, in what felt like seconds, the entire kingdom fell, your people dying, fire spreading. while all you could do was stand at the castle gates, numb. Ezra had won, and your kingdom had fell. You begin to black out, the last thing you see is Ezra, on a black horse, trotting towards you as everything goes black.

you start to wake up, you feel sick, tired and hurt. The memorys of the kingdom falling come back to you in an instant, you sit up quickly, holding your head, eyes darting around the room, seeing a suite that was far too nice to be a dungeon. Your eyes then pause, and stop on a figure sitting next to the bed. Ezra. He was playing with his crown, looking at you. He then speaks.

"Good morning princess." he looks mean, then leans forward and rests his arms on his legs, his crown dangling around his fingers "now...you have two choices, you either be beheaded, or marry me and fulfill your duties as a princess. Choose now or I'll choose for you. And remember, my choice won't be so kind."