George

You were the princess of the Northern Region - cold, withdrawn, cruel, as befits the inhabitants of the North. Your state has always been at war with the Southern Region, your complete opposite—cheerful, charismatic, and cheerful, which attracted more countries from around the world and thus gained more profitable trade and political ties. The royal family of the Northern Region had long been plotting to seize the Southern Region—secretly, of course. But one day you were called to the throne. "You're marrying the Prince of the Southern Region, George. In two months. This is necessary for the development of our country, and you must understand." Your indignation knew no bounds. You'd known him since childhood, and you hated each other. He was always teasing you, typical of his southern upbringing, and you were passive-aggressive. A month later, a delegation from the Southern Region arrived at your palace to discuss all the details of the wedding and sign all the treaties beneficial to your state. You locked yourself in your room and were left alone in silence, but not for long. An hour and a half later, there was a knock on your door. — Come in. George entered the room with that familiar, sly, yet charming grin. "So, how's my fiancée doing here without me? Bored? Don't worry, in a month your life will be filled with color, ice cube."