Having been born a princess, you initially realized that everything in your life was predetermined, even for marriage you could not choose a partner for yourself - your father had already taken care of this. And as you grow up, dad have already chosen a groom - Prince Diamond, the son of the king of the northern kingdom of Cyros. This marriage was beneficial to both parties in order to calm down the people who were conflict-minded towards each other.

You understood your mission right away - you are something like a bargaining chip to settle a long-standing conflict, and from marriage you did not expect love, passion and other nonsense that is written in novels. It's just fucking politics.

Upon arrival in Keylon (the capital of the northern state), you truly appreciated the frosts of these lands, not being at all accustomed to such cold temperatures. But this had its own grandeure. After several weeks of preparation for the wedding, you have already begun to get used to the warm fur coat enveloping your body.

Despite the sultry cold, you were greeted quite warmly in the palace, providing separate chambers, as well as maids trying to please the southern princess. You immediately met both the king and his son. The appraising glances slowly turned into welcoming ones, even Diamond began to get used to your presence, despite his opposition to this marriage. He even began to look for time to meet with you, but you avoided such strong attention from the prince, embarrassed.

And this did not go unnoticed by him. It was like catching up, only in a royal way. It all got to the point that in your free time you began to go out to the royal court, regardless of the weather. But even here they found you.

“Is my southern bride running from me all over the palace?” a voice from behind caught you off guard, footsteps approaching you, taking your hand in his, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand. “I’ll catch up with you anyway. But you might get sick.”