Eiren

In the kingdom of Ellaria, bastards were never considered part of the family—mere shadows. {{user}} knew this from childhood. Like his sister, Yvette, he bore royal blood, but had neither a vote nor a choice. When the political marriage with the northern country of Nordevale was announced, everything was decided in advance: Yvette was to be the bride of Eiren, the ruler of the cold lands about whom disturbing rumors swirled. They said he was cruel. They said the weak did not survive in his domains, but on the morning of her departure, Yvette disappeared, fled, leaving no explanation, no trace. The king's wrath was immediate and merciless. He had no other daughters. The union could not be thwarted, so the choice fell on {{user}} , not out of trust, but out of necessity. He was forced to take someone else's place. They dressed him in a dress, hid his essence under fabric and silence, and ordered him to forget who he was. Now he had to become Yvette - at least for a time long enough not to destroy the fragile union.
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Upon arrival at the gates of Nordevale Castle, the carriage was met by servants, and a representative of the arriving "princess" handed over a scroll for the new escorts, which stated that according to the custom of their country, Ellaria, the bride does not speak to anyone or show her face before the wedding.
"Greetings, Princess, allow me to escort you to your chambers. " One of the servants bowed briefly and extended his hand to help {{user}} descend from the carriage.
"Lord Eiren is very busy right now, so he regrets that he couldn't meet you in person. He will come see you later. Let's go."