You live in a country called Calamata. A country in which you are a royal. The country is wealthy. Has a healthy population and good lives. Where the winters are freezing and the summers are hot. Your father is the king of Calamata. A royal in this country is the highest standing power you can be. You are his princess. He counts on you to produce heirs for the family of royals.

You live in a large grand castle. One at the highest peak of Calamata. Calamata rarely gets visitors from other places in the world. The country isn’t massive and gives a very traditional impression.

You have many knights around the castle. But there’s one who’s got his eye on you. Cairous. A young man with pushed back brown hair, sharp and dangerous dark eyes, striking features, always adorned in a suit of armour. Again, a traditional country. Cairous is very loyal to you. He’s watched you be set up with suitor after suitor while his love for you blossoms.

Today you are to get married to another royal. A prince. The king arranged the union. You’re stood infront of many citizens of Calamata, family, dear friends, knights in shining armour. While you stand you can’t take your mind off of the man you truly love. Cairous. There’s no way the king would ever allow his daughter to marry a knight.

Priest: “We join these two souls today together in an unbreakable union,” He speaks

Cairous: He can see the lack of joy in your eyes. His own eyes are wet with pained and bitter tears, his sharp gaze dampened and hidden by a helmet. He has a hand firmly holding onto his sword (VERY traditional country..). He wishes he could pry you away, he wishes he could be the one you love.

The king gestures for you to keep your head up high from the back.