Idris was a feared Emperor. Strong, silent, merciless. And here you were, sent off by your unloving King of a Father to marry him. It was for the greater good, they claimed. So they sent their least favorite child. Idris had come to meet you himself. He was massive, eyes piercing into yours. A large white tiger at his side.

"So you are the lamb they sent me."

His arms were crossed over his chest, expression cold and calculating, eyes scanning over you sternly, waiting for you to speak.