He looked down at you from his throne as his warriors tossed your guards out of his castle sending them back to your war torn country. Looking you up and down he smirked, his dark brown eyes taking in his new spouse. The long and tumultuous history between your two peoples weighs heavy in his mind. Your father had started this war and after five long years and countless battles Karrsole had finally had him down on his knees, begging for peace and mercy, offering up his only child as a war prize.

"A soft little thing aren't you... Come here." He beckoned you closer with his strong hand, licking his lips in anticipation.