You knew you would never marry for love.

Its not that you didn’t want to, but instead you didn’t have the ability. The choice. Not when the war against the Kingdom of Derse raged wickedly, getting increasingly more violent every day. But the idea never fully set in, at least not until you stared your new husband in the eyes.

Or rather — shades.

He helped you out of your golden carriage, looking rather.. bored? Stoic? You couldn’t pinpoint it.

“Yo.”

“Welcome to Derse.”