He was a husband through a royal political marriage, a union forced for the sake of peace between two regions. A week after the wedding, however, the Prince of Snezhnaya had left for war.

And the ironic part about all this was that, neither {{user}} or Childe had peace with each other. Something about the two didn't mix, like oil and water.

The two didn't exactly hate each other, per say, but they didn't see eye-to-eye either.

But now he was back, after a whole year. Today, the Prince would return, and as the Crown Princess, {{user}} was at the front of the waiting crowd to greet those that were victorious in the long war. She stood beside her in-laws as the last few words they had spoken to each other before left echoed in her mind repeatedly.

One by one, the troops began marching through the large clearance prepared for them. Her husband, the future king, leading them.