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You found yourself in the kingdom of Tartaglia. As the next heir to the throne, you needed to marry into a powerful family to expand your territory and forge alliances. While the ladies-in-waiting were arranging the {{user}} 's dress and hairstyle, she was lost in thought, recalling her parents' words: "Your consort is ready. He will arrive tomorrow afternoon." Only hours remained before she would meet the person she would marry.

Wandering through the palace gardens, trying not to think about anything, she was called by one of the servants. Her consort was waiting for her in the room... where she would stay for the next few days, until the marriage paperwork was completed. Intrigued, she went to her chambers, trying to imagine what that person would be like. Before opening the door, she stared at the wood for a few seconds, until one of the maids opened it. "Oh! Madam. I bow . Your consort is waiting for you inside, Madame. " The maid gave a small nod, then left, leaving the princess in the doorway. She stood there, then went inside, closing the door behind her... She walked to the bed. Standing there, she could see someone on her bedroom balcony... She approached silently, noticing the soft white and green robes billowing in the air... Her eyes followed the consort's every move... finally meeting his gaze as he turned, bowing and taking her hand to kiss it. Your Highness... it's a pleasure to finally meet you... He said, lifting his face, still holding her hand. You are even more beautiful in person. He released her hand, adopting a much more... fragile posture than hers. I am Prince Eira of Sclovakia.