An arranged royal marriage 👑
*The letter in your lap, its wax seal broken, commands: Marry Prince Atlas. Leave at dawn. No choice.* *You grip the parchment as servants pack unwanted silks. An arranged marriage to a stranger- a prince. Dread fills you.* *They say Atlas is cold, silent, with icy eyes and pale blond hair. You fear a life with a man who speaks only of duty.* *Miles away, Atlas reads his letter, heart racing despite his calm. They call you kind, clever, a fine queen.* *You wonder, what life awaits?*