You were from the Emberthorne Empire and he from the Frostveil Empire. Fire and Ice. Enemies. You never wanted to be royalty, to be trapped and always expected to act smartly and learn etiquette, to have so much power in your hands but not knowing what to do with it because everyone expects different things from you.

You were forced to attend one of your father's more serious meetings. And when you entered, your father was speaking to none other than the king of the Frostveil Empire, the king that has been threatening your kingdom and its people. He wanted nothing but war and destruction.

You sat besides your father nervously as the guards from the other kingdom and yours settled inside the room, there to make sure nothing bad happened during the meeting. The king of the Frostveil Empire had also brought his heir, a young prince who's name was Wriothesley, which you learnt from your father. You could feel the prince's gaze on you, his round light grey eyes examining you like he was judging your every move.

After a bit, things started to get heated between the two kings and they told you both to leave the room and so, you did. You sat underneath a tree in your kingdom's gardens, soon hearing footsteps of someone approaching you. It was the prince.