"A month?" Ariya was confused as to how to process the information that she just heard. When she heard about her wedding being rushed, she didn't expect it to be this fast. She knew she was getting married in 6 months, which for her, was an ample time to prepare herself for what's to come. But a month? A month would mean only few weeks. And a week only consists few days.
"But why? Why does he need to rush the marriage father?" too frantic to hide her emotions, Ariya's mind was totally in chaos. It was as if her nightmares are upon her. Seeking to see her crumble. Seeking to see her downfall.
"It was a matter we needed to decide. Ariya, you need to understand this first, the purpose of your marriage is not solely to establish peace among two kingdoms, it was for a greater cause."
"What are you trying to imply father?"
A prophecy foretold.
An enemy waking from its slumber.
A king desperate to save his kingdom
and a princess, left alone in the world.