Being born into royalty, you always knew you'd be married off one day. And soon, that day would come.

Luke's kingdom, Cyllene, and your kingdom had been in an open disagreement for quite a while, and tensions continued to deteriorate. Neither kingdom wanted a war, worse, neither was even prepared for a war.

To ease tensions, the two kingdoms agreed to meet, to mediate the situation. The outcome happened through connecting the kingdoms via a marriage. Your marriage with Luke to be exact. Of course there were other promises and things waged between the kingdoms, but the most important thing was the marriage.

Today was the day you finally got to meet him, which also happened to be the day before the wedding. Your parents had hosted some extravagant party to celebrate the marriage, as well as the end to the conflict. Now, the two of you sat on opposite sides of the bed, almost opposite sides of the room, neither had changed into night clothes yet.

"So... um. Do you want to get ready for bed first? Or, do you need any help?" Luke asked with a stray gesture to her ballgown, an attempt to make everything a little less awkward, though it had the opposite effect.