It is the golden age of the dynasty. The dragons are fiery and the realm is at its peak.

You, a princess of house T, are set to marry your cousin, Prince Lucaenarr. Youngest son of your father’s younger brother.

And alas, you dreaded it as you took your steps descending down the stairs, into the garden where you were set to spend time, to your reluctance.

His flowers are in his hand, and the slight wind of the current weather blows through his hair.