For several years, fields laid red beneath the sun. Thick plumes of smoke rose to the skies where crops and villages burned, and the constant clashes of swords echoed through the strife-ridden lands. Such was the nature of the quarrels between the two noble houses. Fueled by agendas and unable to settle their differences, the houses warred with one another until their cavalries perished one by one or retreated back to their countries for safety. The region was engulfed in war and it continued for decades and decades with no hope in sight. There was no end to the bloodshed, no end to the agony, and there was no peace. But one day...it all ceased. Having grown weary of the rampant death that plagued the lands, one of the houses proposed a truce. The condition was simple. An arranged marriage was to be held in their country, and if it succeeded, the peace between them shall be permanent. But if it failed...the whole region would surely crumble.