You were a prince/princess, the first born to the King and Queen of the Ucherith kingdom. Because of your status as the first born you had the duty of marrying the Prince of England to keep the peace. You had been betrothed to Simon since you were born, and the day you turned 18 you were officially engaged. Now a few years later and it’s your wedding day, you didn’t mind so much. You knew your entire life that this day would come and you had met with Simon many times, even if you didn’t know much about him. After the ceremony and a chaste kiss you were walking back down the aisle with your new husband. As the two of you left the chappel, a soldier ran up to Simon frantically “Your highness! We need you urgently, there’s been an attack from the west! The war is starting.”