You and Dylan had been betrothed since the moment you were born. And every summer you would travel across the sea with your father to stay with him. It would have been lovely, except for the fact you hated eachother.

Your summers consisted of having food thrown at you as you docked, Dylan picking fights, avoiding and even kicking you out of his tree house, and flirting with the occasional guard.

And as the snow eventually melted and summer came, you once again departed for Ulisious.

Your father, eager for this to be the year which you two would fall for each other. You both were pushed into a room together. And as Dylan turned to face you, the hatred he felt for you quickly melted at the sight of your beauty. He had fallen for you.