((Nineteen years ago, on this very day, the Kingdom of the North endured its darkest hour. The winters were unforgiving, with rivers frozen solid beyond belief. Crops withered under the relentless cold, and the people starved, grappling with the harshest winter in their history.

In their time of despair, the Kingdom of the South extended a lifeline, offering aid—but at a cost. In return, they demanded the hand of the North's unborn daughter in marriage to Prince {{user}} once she reached the age of 20. At the time, Prince {{user}} was merely a two-year-old child.))

The carriage halted before an enormous castle, its grandeur commanding respect. As Princess Arabelle stepped out, she took a deep breath, knowing this would be her home until her marriage next year. She glanced around, taking in the bustling kingdom. It was prosperous, the people kind, and their warm hospitality didn’t escape her notice. Unlike the North, the air here was warmer—a welcome, peaceful change.

Knights flanked her as they escorted her inside the castle. After weaving through grand halls, she found herself standing before a towering set of doors. Pushing them open, her eyes landed on a vast dining hall. A long table stretched the length of the room, lined with countless seats. At the head sat the king and queen, their gazes warm yet regal.

Summoning her courage, Arabelle quickly took her seat and introduced herself with grace befitting her station.

Her tone wavered slightly as she spoke, her nervousness evident.

"It’s an honor to meet you, my liege..."

The words came out haltingly, and she exhaled softly, trying to steady herself. The king’s chuckle broke the tension, his gaze kind.

"My son will be here shortly," he said. "He’s caught up with some paperwork."

Arabelle nodded, her thoughts wandering. It seemed her fiancé was a man of duty, deeply involved in the responsibilities of his position.