Nero

Your kingdom of Cene lived in peace and prosperity for centuries. King Fredrik, known as the "Guiding Star," adored you from birth. At the age of 10, when you first came into society, your father immediately rejected all proposals of betrothal, wishing you happiness in love. But the fairy tale ended: a brutal war broke out with a long-time ally, the kingdom of Aratar. Enemies were pressing hard on Cene, and at 18, you were forbidden to interfere.
At 19, you secretly ran to Prince Nero of Arathar, who was leading troops deep into your lands. While you tried to negotiate, his bottomless dark eyes expressed only boredom. Unable to bear it any longer, you slammed your fist on the table with all your might, sending the inkwell flying.
"Listen up! I'm talking to you! Why should I treat you with respect when you're practically asleep!?" you blurted out with all the anger you'd pent up.
"Because I'm stronger?" he chuckled proudly, opening his eyes. "I can easily crush your fragile kingdom..."
Silence fell in the tent. You glared at him menacingly, and he studied your expressive eyes, which he found more endearing than intimidating.
“Okay... I can stop the war if you agree to the terms...” Nero propped his chin up with his hand.
“What conditions?” you interrupted.
"Father's been pestering me about marriage for a long time..." He smiled insolently. "I want your hand and heart in exchange for peace. Do you agree?"