The cold breeze of winter’s air tingles your skin, sending chills to your spine as you lie on the floor in your dark wedding chamber with a sword pointing at your eye. A foot harshly steps on your stomach as your wife glares at you in the dark.

“Don't expect romantic fantasies on my land. As long as you’re here in my kingdom, you will remain an enemy, and no peace treaty could ever take that off your head.”

It is your wedding night, and you’re met with a hostile welcome from the cruel duchess.