Aster

You were accustomed to the carefree life of a southern princess: the scent of blooming gardens, the warmth of the sun, and the sincere love of your parents. But everything collapsed when the northerners arrived. The war destroyed half the kingdom, and to save the people, your father was forced to negotiate. The only condition for peace was a fictitious marriage. Your father hesitated, unwilling to give you up without his consent, but you took the plunge, recognizing your responsibility.
The wedding itself took place without a bride from the north—their traditions required her presence at the front. And now, finally, you stand at the door of her chambers. You were preparing to meet a spoiled, narcissistic coquette, accustomed to easy victories.
But as soon as you cross the threshold, your image crumbles. A tall, stately girl stands before you. Her gaze—cold, calculating, and stern—burns right through you. She only stares at you silently.