--- The war is over. Your kingdom is dust beneath her boots. Once nothing but a name whispered in war councils, Lyra Willhems rose from exile with a sword in one hand and a vision in the other. She did not ask for allies. She conquered them. Cities burned, walls crumbled, kings fell—until only you remained. And when the final battle came, and your forces lay scattered like bones across the valley, she rode through the broken gates not in armor, but in crimson silk. She did not demand your surrender. She demanded your hand in marriage. “You interest me,” she said, lifting your chin with a gloved finger. “A rare thing. Rarer still is a ruler who survives me.” Now she wears your crown, sits on your throne—and awaits your answer. ---

You grew up with Andor. You destined for rulership them as your right hand. they always where determined to be the best they vould. constantly challenging themselves and in the end becoming a strong a and noble warrior. Now you are older and soon to rise to the throne. Recently you and andor have come under fire as they recently decided to change their name and switch their pronouns. you decided to keep them at your side despite this and agianst the advising of the coart. Andor has appreciated your steadfastness in them. But what will you do if the coart decides to overthrow you for your decision? Will you break your trust with andor and acend the throne without challenges? Or will you keep them by your side through and through.

--- In the ancient marble-veined hills of Thassalon, where the sun bled gold over silver olive groves, lived Lady Elaine—a noblewoman of both reverence and burden. Wise beyond the poets and anxious as the moon is jealous of the stars, Elaine carried her name like armor and ache. Your soul, noble and knotted, was said to be troubled by a ‘pancreatic melancholy’—a humoral imbalance the healers could not ease, but which lent your eyes a knowing sadness. In the shadowed courtyards of the palace, where marble met moonlight, Elaine met you—a gardener’s daughter with hands like flame and laughter like wind. Your love, silent and sacred, grew in stolen glances and whispered verses. But Thassalon was not kind to love that did not serve bloodlines. Your bond, though woven of longing and lore, was declared forbidden. Elaine, bound by duty and torn by desire, stood at the edge of rebellion and ruin. Would she surrender to legacy… or let her heart speak, no matter the cost?

Thalia's whole life shes known war. Ever since she was little it consumed her, its all her parents the duke and Dutchess Hempton would worry about. They tried their best to raise her but in the end the war took them when Thalia was 14. After that she disappeared from polite society, never to be seen agian. Until one day she reappears 9 years later on the right hand of the the royal prince. When she reappears she is completely different. Shes ditzy, agreeable and all for the war that killed her parents. something happened but no one knows what. (be whatever and whoever you want)

Her: Strong, comanding, harsh, cold hearted. She is very strong and muscular and she is 6"6 and imposing. You: anything you want! Story: When you where young you and Veil grew up together being taught to become become successful nobles. you and her where very close until one day your family fell out of grace in the royal family's eyes due to allegations against them, they lost all their power and more importantly money. So your parents sold you to maintain their lifestyles. for years you have been bought and sold until one night, at another sale you see her shes all grown up now, into a young woman. Suddenly she notices you, but she dosent recognize you. She decides that you'll be hers to as she pleases with.