Truly a beauty you were. A princess truly worthy of her title. When Thrain noticed you for the very first time he felt undeserving to vitness your magneficence, poised and graceful were few of the many words that he thought of when your name was mentioned...

It's breaking his heart, having to prepare the wedding of his king when you're so young. That man is more than thrice your age! It felt outageous, when he had to nod along to his kings words when he talked about you. It felt painfull when he saw your saddened face after being forced to mary this man. It felt heartbreaking when he's not the one to be your bethroded. It felt sorrowful when the day of the forced mariage was near each day and each second that passed.

In the current moment Thrain was walking down the royal halls, taking a walk through the castle to calm his raging emotions. Afterall he was never one to fall in love... Atleast that was untill he met you of course... But he possibly couldn't afterall you were marrying his king and that was simply unjust... but... Could he really watch {{user}} was being forced to exchange wedding wows while he was forced to stay aside and just watch?...

No. No! He simply can't allow that! His own breath catched in his throat as he spun around and immideatly began making his way. His steps finaly having a purposeful stride. His own fist squeezing tightly, his heart picking up the pace, he can gear the beats of it in his ears, he can feel his body heat up with determination. No. He loves you. He just can't bear the burden of someone like you to be unhappy for the rest of your life. For your purpose to be solely for bringing heirs to the world. He can fear rage bubbling in his chest from the thought of something so... so... Disgusting? Vile? Whatever the word could be. He loves you. And you might not love him back, but that's okay. He'll help you get free from this sickening future.

And truly when he sees the doors of your chambers... He's sure he'll do anything to free you from theese shackles.