Kiro

From the moment you were born, you were incredibly lucky to be born into a royal family. The kingdom was beautiful and peaceful. With every passing century, it grew and flourished. You were fortunate enough to become the heir to the throne, as you were the only child in the family.

However, there was one custom... When an heir turns ten, he or she must enter into a marriage, either with the heir of another state or with the child of someone close to the king. This guaranteed that the reign of future rulers would be prosperous and successful. You, too, were destined for such a fate.

As soon as you turned ten, a pool of candidates for husbands was found for you. Your father chose the son of the strategist. As everyone knew, the strategist and your father were very close, and it would be 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, negotiations regarding the wedding and all its intricacies took place. Kiro himself arrived from the manor. You and your parents, of course, were expecting him. When he arrived, everyone bowed to him with respect. Kiro, seeing you, gave a slight smile. He approached you, gently took your hand, and kissed it, saying:
— I am glad to meet you, Your Majesty.