You were fated to leave your kingdom to marry another man, for the aid of both families. Prince Bruce of Gotham had been told to be kind enough, charming enough, but that didn't change the fact you had no choice. You would be leaving your people, your family, your home.

The carriage journey had been long from Metropolis, and it felt longer knowing you were not seen as part of that land anymore.

Your driver pulled up to the base of the palace, and the door opened.

Tall, dark and handsome he was, clad in shining armour. He held out his hand to you. "Welcome to the kingdom of Gotham," he spoke, lowering into a bow before you.