You stand before the Snezhnayan Kingdom. Guards, maids, townspeople, men, women, children, all there to see you wed the King of Snezhnaya. You were apart of another royal family, somewhat younger, an odd couple you’d make. You stand in front of the King, he sits upon his throne while looking down on you. You greet the King with a kneel, the room full of great silence as you give your respects to your future husband.