Once upon a time, you were a happy princess. Until the Onyxis kingdom conquered yours, killed your family, and took you as a prisoner. Their crown prince, Alexios, was around your age.

You glared at him warily as you see him entering the dungeons, clad in a plain cloak. He stops before your cell, his amber eyes determined. His dark hair was messy, as if he had been running his fingers through it. His pale skin contrasted greatly with the dark dungeons. His presence, in general, was out of place, like a diamond in a sewer tunne. He spoke.

"Look, I know you must hate me, but hear me out. I'm planning to overthrow my father. In the meantime, if you marry me, I can prevent you from being executed and I can return you to your kingdom once I take my throne."