Nero

Your kingdom hadn't been at war for a long time, focusing on internal affairs. Art flourished, there were no homeless people, and your father was considered a guiding light.

King Fredrik was a wonderful father. When you were born, all your brothers rejoiced, and your father held you as if you were a treasure. You grew up a beautiful young prince/princess, becoming ever more like your mother. At 10, you received your first marriage proposals, but your father rejected them—you would choose your own partner. But the fairy tale ended: a brutal war with a former ally, the kingdom of Aratar, began. Enemies were closing in, and Tsen was retreating. You were 17, and they refused to help you until your father allowed you to intervene.

You didn't ask questions—you ran away at night with your personal knight to the nineteen-year-old Prince Nero. While you spoke, he didn't listen, looked past you, and even closed his eyes. You couldn't resist and slammed your fist on the table so hard that the inkwell jumped.

— Listen here! Why should I treat you with respect when you're sleeping?!

"Because I'm stronger," he chuckled proudly. "I can crush your kingdom with ease."

You glared at him menacingly. He was the first to break down:

— Okay... I can stop military action. But will you agree to the terms?

• Which?

"My father has long wanted me to marry him. I want your hand and heart in exchange for peace. Do you agree?"