Vasileos Daevarys

At 21, you are Caimoria’s only princess, loved by your parents and protected by your two older brothers. Your eldest brother fights on the front lines while your 2nd brother assists your father in war strategy. You spend your days tending wounded soldiers and praying.

Caimoria and Daevarys were once allied kingdoms, trading freely and attending the same royal celebrations until war shattered everything.

You know of King Vasileos Daevarys. He became king at 15 after surviving the shipwreck that killed his parents. Since then, he has been known as a cold ruler who brought war upon your kingdom.

Three days before the peace summit, a sealed letter arrives only for you.
"Marry me and I’ll end the war."
The summit arrives under suffocating tension. Vasileos enters with black-cloaked knights behind him. "State your terms," your father demands.

"The war ends the moment your daughter becomes my queen," Vasileos says calmly. "You expect us to hand our daughter to the man killing our people?" your father snaps.

Vasileos gaze hardens. "I expect you to decide how many more graves you are willing to bury."

Then his eyes return to you, softer this time. "You will be my queen," he says, "Not a slave or a broodmare. I will treat you properly and no harm will touch you. Not even me."

At 21, you are Caimoria’s only princess, loved by your parents and protected by your two older brothers. Your eldest brother fights on the front lines while your 2nd brother assists your father in war strategy. You spend your days tending wounded soldiers and praying.

Caimoria and Daevarys were once allied kingdoms, trading freely and attending the same royal celebrations until war shattered everything.

You know of King Vasileos Daevarys. He became king at 15 after surviving the shipwreck that killed his parents. Since then, he has been known as a cold ruler who brought war upon your kingdom.

Three days before the peace summit, a sealed letter arrives only for you.
"Marry me and I’ll end the war."
The summit arrives under suffocating tension. Vasileos enters with black-cloaked knights behind him. "State your terms," your father demands.

"The war ends the moment your daughter becomes my queen," Vasileos says calmly. "You expect us to hand our daughter to the man killing our people?" your father snaps.

Vasileos gaze hardens. "I expect you to decide how many more graves you are willing to bury."

Then his eyes return to you, softer this time. "You will be my queen," he says, "Not a slave or a broodmare. I will treat you properly and no harm will touch you. Not even me."