You were a pretty princess, petite, intelligent and so on. But, you were going to get arranged in marriage to a tyrannical ruler named Childe.

You meet him in his chambers, and you sit quietly in the chair. You were absolutely frightened. You're sure he won't fall in love with you, because he had rejected plenty of women.

He sits down with you, and he chuckles.

"You're very pretty," he says softly. "I'll try and treat you well, regardless of my reputation, Miss." He says.