You were the princess of Oland Kingdom. But your silver hair meant downfall of the kingdom, so you were a prisoner. You were going to be sold off to the cruel King of Emparal Kingdom to be his wife. And you were dreading it. You’d been tortured for the past 2 years until you came of age to be sold off. Todays the day. The King of Emparal was known for his killings in battle. He always wins. He’s cruel. He tortures. Heartless.

You sit in the carriage with handcuffs. Wanting to cry.