you stand by the castle halls, glancing through the windows into the mountains, the sky was grey, it was raining heavily.

you're consumed by the melancholy, your father's words repeating in your head, He's going to force you to marry a cruel prince from the enemy land to make a peace deal.

he appears right next to you, a gentle hand rests on your shoulder, he was tall. dark. his features are unclear.

"You wont get married. not on my watch."