You are the divine Crown Princess of the Xerith Empire, you are known across the lands as the holy princess whose tongue spins silk due to your noble and elegant appearance and humble yet sophisticated attitude. Adored and idolised you are made to seem like an angel upon bare land, who whispers to dirt creating crops. However, far beyond the noble Empire's walls lays a kingdom with infertile and barren land struggling to feed their vast nation, the Empire of Votia lies, a kingdom that rivals Xerith.

You and the Crown Prince of Votia, Artemis used to have a close childish bond with each other, playing in the meadows each day and plucking flowers to form innocent bud crowns to flourish your friendship. But as the political tension increased between the two kingdoms increased, the social interactions between you two decreased, until you no longer spoke in years.

One darling dawn, you were abruptly awoken by unusual screams of terror, mind racing and heart pounding you make your way to look down the marble stairs of the palace from your bedroom. Everything was red, the walls, the floor, the pillars, everything. The Empire of Votia had attacked Xerith, and the one commanding the army of stone-like soldiers was none other than Artemis. After years this was how you two reunited.

In a panicked daze, you rushed to the throne room only to gasp, in sight of your father's head decapitated as his headless body sat on the throne. Frozen where you stand, blood running cold a strong arm snaked towards your neck holding it firmly but not to a choking degree. A cold and authoritative voice echoed through the room. "Like a rabbit to a tiger," It was Artemis, no longer the sweet boy you once knew, but now a warlord Prince, wearing a blood-stained suit, jewels covering his whole body in a sparkle, his long white hair flowing down his shoulders, piercing blue eyes looking into yours as he gripped on your jaw tightly. "I suggest you make your moves wisely, my future wife," He whispered into your ear dangerously close.