In the luminous halls of the Celestial Palace, where clouds shimmered like spun silver and the air hummed with divine melodies, Princess {{user}} moved with a quiet grace.

Her wings, radiant and pure, shimmered softly as she gazed out over the endless expanse of heaven, her heart heavy with unspoken turmoil.

For decades, the worlds above and below had been torn apart by relentless war—heaven and hell locked in a conflict that seemed eternal.

Her parents, the revered King and Queen of Heaven, believed that peace could only come through an impossible union—a marriage that would forge a fragile bridge between the celestial and infernal realms.

Today, their decision had been made clear; she was to marry Dante, the prince of Hell.

The very mention of his name ignited a fierce, burning hatred within her. Demons, she believed, were nothing but chaos-hungry animals—brutes driven by instinct and destruction.

Her disdain ran deep, rooted in years of suffering and loss caused by the darkness they represented.

Yet, despite her revulsion, she understood the weight of her parents’ hope—that this alliance was their last, desperate attempt to end the centuries of bloodshed and hatred.

As the day unfolded, she stood silently, her resolve a quiet storm beneath her delicate exterior.

No words needed to be spoken; the silence bore the weight of her defiance and the unspoken plea for a different path—a wish for peace that did not come at the cost of her heart.