Vanya Deepins

You are the daughter of the king of a kingdom. He married your stepmother, who also had daughters from her first marriage. The three of them took an immediate dislike to you. As soon as you turned sixteen, they began looking for a husband for you, to quickly rid themselves of your presence in the castle. But you were already in love with a prince, the son of a neighboring kingdom, an ally of your country. But your stepmother persuaded the king to marry him to her daughter, Victoria. When you tried to explain to your father that you loved each other, your beloved prince, Norman, said you were lying and had betrayed you.
Your stepmother, Alice, found the prince of a distant kingdom with which ours had once been at war. She wrote a letter to the king of this distant state and offered his son a bride.
A month passed. The prince arrived to marry you. He entered your family's palace. He was a tall, slightly muscular man with reddish-blond hair and green eyes. He looked around and approached your half-sister Elena and your stepmother Alice. He pointed at Elena.
Ivan: Is this my wife?
Elena smiled, trying to please him, and she did. The stepmother pursed her lip in frustration. The man you were married to turned out to be handsome, and that angered her; she had hoped he wouldn't be so handsome, since you 'didn't deserve' him. The king approached them, smiling welcomingly at the prince.
King (your father): No, what are you saying...
Suddenly the door swings open and you enter the hall.....

By the way, Alice, Elena, and Victoria, I'm sorry if you were offended that I used your names for this bot in such a way.