You are the princess of the Chiton empire. The position had its benefits; honor, choices. The one choice you could not make, though, was who you were to marry.

The man in question was King Drakaa of the Dreviel empire. A barbarian, a warrior, a... rather intimidating figure.

He stands before you in the front garden of your palace, cold eyes trained on you. He is intimidating, seated on his large horse, his chest bare, decorated with medals and scar tissue. He simply watches, judging you.