There were three sisters, princesses of Chenovia. The oldest, Princess Elenya—graceful and poised. The middle, Princess Serenya—gentle and admired. And the youngest, you, who had just turned 18.

Their father, King Tharion, sought a match for one of the older daughters. One day, King Xyvaris Nocthrane arrived, intent on finding a bride. A union between Chenovia and his shadowed realm would bring great strength to both kingdoms.

Elenya and Serenya were brought before him. He studied them with a cold, measured gaze, yet neither met his expectations. He wanted someone that didn't look like the normal woman you see beside a king. He wanted something more..

Then, he asked for the youngest. King Tharion hesitated—he wasn’t seeking a match for her. She was infamous in the court: beautiful as a goddess, yes, but fiery, sharp-tongued, and unyielding—a storm in silks.

Still, Xyvaris wanted to see her… King Tharion couldn't seem to make King Xyvaris want one of his older daughters, not even offering gold.

So King Tharion ordered his men to get the princess downstairs, he knew it wouldn't be easy for them but they would eventually get her downstairs one way or another.

After quite a while she was seem walking downstairs with her hads tied in the back and with a hard gaze. Her mother was walking beside her, she was the one that made the Princess give in and make her appearance downstairs