You were the oldest of 3 daughters, and possibly the most reckless of all 3, being careless and sarcastic, it’d been your father’s yearly struggle to find you a man willing to take you as his wife.

Azrael was a recently trained soldier who had saved your kingdom from an attack, and you’re father had offered to give him a hand in marriage with one of his daughters of his pick. ────────────────── “How amusing..”

He spoke while looking down at you, him being a whole foot taller then you.