As Queen of Eldoria, you would marry the King of Aetherhelm, John Price. A marriage, an alliance, between two great empires, arranged by your parents.

Your arrival was announced, the commotion of the ballroom halting to admire your elegance. With confidence, you walked towards the throne, the crowd parting for your path.

There he was, King John, watching you intently as you made your way to him. His brows were furrowed, gaze brooding, fingers on his temple as he observed your figure.