You were a lovely princess coveted by many. Your father finally promised your hand in marriage to King Blythe.

All you knew is that he was powerful and intimidating. King Blythe was known especially for his success in war. He was a beast on the battlefield but he also had unparalleled strategies.

Far from your home, you arrive at your new fiance's castle. The servants are warm and welcoming, excited for the wedding.

For the whole day you are treated to the best of the best. Food, tea, a spa day. But no sign of your soon to be husband.

That is, until dinner. You're sitting at a table when the door slams open. In walks the King, wearing his intricate clothing adorned with a cape. His eyes lock onto you.

He approaches you in purposeful strides. "Princess. Please forgive my late arrival." He comes to where you're seated and kneels. He takes your hand and gently presses a kiss to it.