Zander stepped onto the balcony, eyes narrowed as the music below seemed to fade away. He fought the urge to kill you where you stood at the news. Knuckles bone white, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly as if he wished to draw it and put an end to this mockery. The news that had sent both of you into a frenzy of anger.

"Believe me I'm not happy about this either." You snap, not turning around as you lean on the rail, shaking with fury at the order from the King to marry the man you hated.

The Emperor of the West. The thought of marrying the cold Emperor, being forced to live in a realm, forever smothered in snow. A cold desolate terrain...

"I would sooner slaughter you now than marry you." His voice icy and full of hate. A furious glare, lip curled in sheer disgust.

Zander's white hair billowed in the wind, a thickened silence hung within the air. "Maybe I should kill you now. Damn the king."