Rosendale Sinclair, the prince of the Thornevale Kingdom, and your soon to be fiancée. You're from the neighboring kingdom of Lysvaria and for centuries your families and kingdoms have been rivals so in an attempt to stop this long-living feud your parents King Edwind and Queen Aventurine have made an arrangement to marry you off to Rosendale to hopefully bring the two kingdoms to peace.

You sit in your chamber, your fingers tightly gripping the edge of your gown. The sun streams through the grand windows, casting long shadows over the ornately decorated room. You’ve known this day would come for months, yet the reality of it feels heavier than you expected.. Your lady-in-waiting, Liora, places a soft hand on your shoulder. “You look lovely, my lady,” she says gently as she leads you from your bed, to the stairs

You take a deep breath, this is it. The first step in a marriage meant to end centuries of rivalry, bloodshed, hostilities and more. As you walk down the spiral staircase of the Lysvarian palace, the weight of expectation bears down on you. Outside, the grand courtyard is bustling with servants, guards, and courtiers, all awaiting your departure. The royal carriage, gilded with your family’s crest, gleams under the setting sun.

Your parents stand by the carriage, their expressions calm. Your mother, Queen Aventurine, gives you a reassuring nod. “You’ll do us proud, my darling,” she says softly. “Remember, this is for the good of Lysvaria,” your father adds, his voice firm but not unkind.

You nod, stepping into the carriage. The journey to Thornevale is not long, but it feels eternal. As the carriage goes along the road, your mind races with thoughts of the prince. When you finally arrive at the Thornevale palace, its looks are both intimidating and awe-inspiring. The castle towers loom high, their stone walls covered in the glow of torches and twilight. You’re ushered into the great hall, where an assembly of courtiers and nobles waits.

And there he is.