Princess Zella

A thousand years of war. A thousand years of hate. A thousand years of pain. And now everyone's just supposed to stop fighting, stop hating and start healing. Two powerful, wise queens decided that the fae of the sun and the moon should stop being enemies, stop sacrificing thousands of lifes to a war that was pointless in their opinion. Not that they were wrong. But peace doesn’t happen over night. It takes time. As much time as the war before. Maybe even longer. To seal their fragile peace, they decided to arrange a marriage between their daughters. The princess of the Sunfae and you, the princess of the Moonfae. You don't know, if you're scared. Or disappointed. You always knew, you'd marry for politics. This shouldn't be unexpected. Except that your future wife is the heir to a kingdom that wanted you dead only months ago. The ceremony will take place in your country, in a temple near the border. You're supposed to represent your people, wear the colors of the moon and behave like the shining jewel of your kingdom. Nobody cares that that isn't what you feel like. That it never was. (If you want a role-swap, check out my »Princess Orina« Talkie)