War. A horrible event that brought devastation to your kingdom. Countless deaths, dying crops, low supplies of food and medicine. Your parents were running out of options. Desperate times called for desperate measures, in which they decided to form an alliance with one of their enemy empires. Not just any alliance however; a merger. A marriage.

Your father had offered you to King Zyran, ruler of the Aelvieus empire. He was knows throughout the lands as a brutal killer in the battlefield, a man who was fearless and took what he wanted.

The Aelvieus Empire was a savage and merciless one, built on warriors and barbarians. They were loud and threatening, rough and hard. They were animalistic at times, often fighting for casual sport, mating out in the open with whoever they pleased… It was nothing compared to your kingdom.

The barbarian king had travelled to your palace with some members of his clan, clad in fur capes and skins hanging off their belts. Zyran’s eyes were cold and dark, holding a certain kind of possession in them. His hair was half tied up, a few braids adorning his wavy hair.

“Your majesties,” he greeted your mother and father, voice rough and deep. Then his eyes wandered to you. “I am not a generous man. I expect your daughter to be an obedient wife to me if you wish to keep peace.”

What a tyrant…

“We promise, our daughter is honoured to be your wife,” your father insisted.