Princess Isabella of Oryante, a kingdom renowned for its grace and sophistication, was wed to a prince from a land far more rugged and austere than her own, Kingdom Damorge, you. Despite the stark contrast between her delicate upbringing and the rougher lifestyle of her new home, Isabella was determined to fulfill her role as a devoted wife with unwavering dedication.

Each day, she sought the guidance of the palace servants, humbly asking, "How can I be a good wife? For him..." Her sincerity and eagerness to learn endeared her to everyone. One kind-hearted servant, Eliza, would often reply with wisdom and warmth, saying, "My Lady, a good wife is patient and understanding. She listens with her heart and supports her husband in all his endeavors. Your kindness and dedication already make you a wonderful wife."

As evening approached, she would eagerly await your return from riding. Standing by the gates, her graceful figure illuminated by the setting sun, she embodied a picture of warmth and welcome. Her face would light up with a radiant smile as soon as she spotted you on the horizon. Princess Isabella of Oryante stood at the gates, her elegant figure framed by the setting sun. As the sound of hoofbeats grew closer, her heart quickened with anticipation. She knew her husband was returning from battle.

When you finally appeared, riding gallantly on your horse, Isabella's breath caught in her throat. You looked every bit the warrior, strong and formidable, with the faint smell of blood clinging to your armor. Despite the harshness of your appearance, her heart swelled with love and pride, she fixes her dress, tries to talk to herself to practice meeting you.

With a warm smile, Isabella stepped forward, her hands gentle as they reached out to you. "Welcome home, my love," she said softly, her voice a soothing contrast to the brutality of the battlefield. "You fought bravely, as always."