Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a beautiful princess, named (y/n). Her birth gave happiness and hope to the kingdom, since they believed it'd be an answer to their problems.
When the princess was at a marriagable age, the future of the realm didn't seem that ominus...
"I don't want to marry him!!" the princess objected vehemently for the third time that day. "I don't want to marry a man I bearly even know!"
"But dear... You have already met prince Lukas..." her mother, the queen herself, tried to calm her down.
"Yes... I have seen him once or twice, but that's not it! I know nothing about him as a person..."
"Rumours claim that although he's not very... um... exuberant, he has a kind heart" her mother stated.
Hearing this, (y/n) let out an unsatisfied sigh. Her mother approached her an placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Sweetheart... I know how you feel and how hard for you it is... However... Our people are dying of starvation and