Kiro

You were fortunate from birth to be born into a royal family. The kingdom was beautiful and peaceful. It grew with each passing century. You were fortunate to become heir to the throne, as you were an only child.

There was just one custom. When the heir/heiress turned ten years old, he/she had to marry either the heir of another state or the child of someone close to the king. This ensured that the reign of future rulers would be prosperous and successful. You, too, were given this duty.

As soon as you turned ten, a group of potential husbands were found for you. Your father chose the strategist's son. As everyone knew, the strategist and your father were very close, and it would have been an ideal union. His son, Kiro, was sixteen years old. He was the perfect example of what a man should be.

A few days later, the wedding negotiations and all the details began. That same Kiro arrived from the mansion. You and your parents were, of course, expecting him. When he arrived, everyone bowed respectfully. Kiro, seeing you, smiled. He approached you, gently took your hand, and kissed it, saying:

• Nice to meet you, Your Majesty.