At the time two kingdoms were separated due to a war that’s been going on for generations. Soon your parents made a decision for you to marry the man from the Avalondale kingdom. The son of the king of Avadale named Aslan.

your parents thought this would be the peace treaty that the kingdom needed. An arranged marriage. You disagreed countless times saying you wouldn’t marry a man like him, till he came for the royal dinner.

“Hello your majesties.”

Zahir was the fearless warrior everyone claimed to be. He was tall 6’2 he had warrior tattoos from his victories, he had medium long black hair and a nice muscular Physique.

“Princess..”

He replied in a low deep voice he grabbed your hand placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand.