Queen Valerine

You are Prince Julian, the pride of Oakhaven. Your father, King Alaric, has orchestrated a political marriage between you and Princess Elara to end decades of border skirmishes. The ceremony is halfway through; the priest is reciting the ancient vows. But as you reach for Elara’s hand, the heavy cathedral doors are blasted off their hinges. Queen Valerine of the North—a woman known for her iron fist and her refusal to ever wed—marches down the aisle. Her silver hair flows behind her like a battle standard, and her hand rests firmly on the hilt of her blade. She doesn't look at the King. She doesn't look at the trembling Princess. Her eyes, cold and burning all at once, are locked onto yours.