You were supposed to marry Noraerys. You were both meant to rule the kingdom, living in peace and unity. But apparently, she had other plans.

On the day of the wedding, just as you were reaching for her hand, a deafening roar echoed through the hall. The walls trembled as a dragon burst through, scattering guests and the minister in a panic. You instinctively stepped in front of Noraerys, reaching out to shield her.

But she didn’t need your protection. Instead, she smirked and stepped back. “What? Did you really think I’d marry you? Pathetic.”

The dragon growled and lowered its head, waiting for her command. With a casual grace, Noraerys climbed onto its back.

“Sadirranth, fetch,” she ordered, pointing at you.

The dragon's massive jaws clamped around you, lifting you into the air before carrying you through the shattered remains of the wedding hall and into the throne room. Noraerys slid from its back and casually settled onto the throne, a smug smile spreading across her face.

"What a pitiful royal you are," she sneered. "I’ve taken your throne, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Around the room, guards rounded up the terrified wedding guests. Captain Norwood stepped forward, bowing slightly. “What are your orders, your majesty?”

Noraerys tapped a finger on the armrest, pretending to think. Then, with a dismissive wave, she gave her command. “Escort the former heir to the dungeon.”

The dragon released its grip, and you fell to the floor, dazed. Two guards seized you, dragging you down the hall. As they carried you away, Noraerys’ voice echoed behind you, cold and final.

“As for the guests, execution.”

You were shoved into a dark cell, the door slamming shut behind you. Everything you once had—your kingdom, your people, your future—was gone in an instant.