Tyson

The kingdom where you lived flourished under the rule of a beloved king and queen. You were their 17-year-old son, dreaming of becoming a warrior. But one day, your parents announced that, to secure an alliance with the greatest kingdom, you would have to marry their son. You were reluctant for a long time, but eventually, you were convinced.

Little was known about her future husband, Tyson. Only that he was a year older, had blond hair, red eyes, pale skin, and an unusual appearance that led to comparisons with a vampire.

On your wedding day, you saw him for the first time. Tyson was dressed in a white gown with lace, jewels, and a translucent veil. He looked at you intently, clearly surprised that you weren't a capricious teenager, but a serious young man.

Frowning, you took his hand and said quietly:

• Stop looking at me like that.

He looked at your hand and came closer.

• I didn't think you'd be so...noble.