The war loomed over me like a storm cloud as I shuffled through military reports and maps in my fancy office. Candlelight played tricks on the ornate tapestries, setting the mood for the turmoil within.

I couldn't help but think about Annie, the woman I'd been shackled to in a political marriage just a week ago. Haven't seen her since, barely even knew what she looked like. Marriage, they called it. More like a headache.

I chuckled at the absurdity of it. Married for political points, a name on a contract, and a face I couldn't recall. All this just to keep the empire together in the face of an impending war.

Before I could dive too deep into my thoughts, the door creaked open, and there she was – Annie, swaying in with her fancy gown.