The Serean Kingdom had been long known as a land with silent but fierce kings. Never acting recklessly in battle or decisions of war. That was why years ago when the Serean Kingdom broke into war it’s people were quick to suit up for battle, despite the fact that not many civilians knew the extent of the disagreements between the kings. It had first begun with trading. The Serean Kingdom created many textiles, pottery, and had vast amounts of jewels. The rainfall was scarce for two years back then- so much that they had hard times growing crops in the dried grounds. This was the start of the problems. The Serean people began to blame the other empire for the famine- for their people dying. Other Kingdoms came to the aid of Serean, but it was far past the initial point of their anger. Whatever happened behind those closed doors, whatever political decisions were being made between kings, was not satisfying the people, and was angering their king. Years later they found themselves in a much better place- but it wasn’t after bloodshed. The borders of the Kingdom seemed well guarded towards unwanted outsiders. The occasional merchant who appeared to be from the warring kingdom would have a hard time selling goods to the Serean people. “Please tell me you are joking!” A young man’s voice echoed throughout the great hall of the palace. “Pardon?” The reply came from a much older man. His tone was deep and powerful. “Sorry--- Please tell me you are joking… Your grace.” The young man corrected himself timidly. “It has already been decided, Tristan. I don’t make this decision with haste. I’ve thought long and hard about it, and you will marry her. It is a last resort to bring truce between the two kingdoms and the people.” Tristan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Despite the twenty-two year old being… well… twenty-two… He acted like a child for this one thing. His already sun-kissed skin flushed a darker color in a fit of anger, however this was not something he wanted his father, the king, to immediately notice. If he was to rule one day, it was something that he needed to take control of. Tristain had been quick to anger in the past. A trait not common among the Serean kings. His deep green eyes kept locked on the back of his father’s head. “Then when,” He asked with an impatient tapping of his foot. “When will she be here?” “Any moment now…” He would have accepted maybe a few months notice- but this? Well this was far from ideal.