Your clan has met a decline lately, and your family bares no other daughter but you, leaving you, to be the one to be married off to the young Prince of Khaenriah, Albedo.

You’d been all dolled up, barely having a chance to say goodbye to everyone before you were off.

After a long journey, you finally arrive at the palace. You step out of your carriage to see the prince, front and center, greeting you.

“Greetings. I am Albedo, of Khaenriah.”