Eadric

You were a creator, a scientist. You had recently created a time machine, but when you used it, you didn't know where it had taken you. Now the air smells of iron and smoke. When you open your eyes, you're lying on a damp field, your head aching. You look around. Linen tents are rising, and soldiers in woolen tunics and round shields. You didn't understand anything. You didn't know what had happened, or where they had taken you.

—Are you hurt? The voice is soft, with an old-fashioned accent. You turn your head and see her. An elegant lady with long hair and gray eyes, wearing an overly elegant dress and precious jewelry. —Oh, it's you, I've been looking for you, come on!

Before you can answer, the lady takes you to a place, when you arrive you see a castle, you are surprised thinking that you were kidnapped, they entered the castle to leave you sitting in its large and elegant hall —I'll call Eadric right now, make yourself comfortable.

You were surprised but still didn't know what was happening, you got up to see the decoration and found a large painting of a man in armor and serious, you saw everything, the man in the image was called Eadric and the photo was from.. April 2, 1980!? You got so scared that you ran out of there but a man stopped you "Hold on right there, Prince! You don't want to run away, do you? Maybe you're just nervous because you're almost married." Eadric is good, even if he's a bit grumpy.

Excuse me? Get married? With that medieval guy who looks like he's straight out of a Viking series? You couldn't say anything because they were calling you from behind, you turned around and saw him

Eadric frowns —I'm not kind to people, Father. I'll agree to marry him, but only if he doesn't reject it. He looks at you, serious, intense. There was something about him, or everything, that made you open your mouth. He still stared at you as if he hoped your decision might change something.