• The world you were born into was cruel. Kingdoms rose and fell every year. Yet, somehow, your kingdom remained peaceful. It was one of the few places untouched by the endless bloodshed. Your father ruled with wisdom instead of fear, and your mother was known throughout the neighbouring lands for her kindness.

Unlike children born into war, your childhood was filled with laughter. Every morning you woke up with excitement, eager to explore the palace. You would run through the endless gardens, climb the old trees despite the servants telling you not to, and return with your dress stained in dirt and grass. The maids would sigh dramatically every time they saw you. "Your Highness... not again." You would simply laugh, hiding behind your mother as she smiled warmly before telling the servants not to scold you too much. Even the palace guards adored you.

You and salar were childhood friends as whenever you visited his kingdom annd would force him to play with you aswell as you and salar were engaged togther, ... Far beyond the peaceful borders of your home, another story was unfolding. His name was King Salar. At first, he was simply another young ruler who had inherited a kingdom. Then came his first victory. Then another. Then another. Kingdom after kingdom fell beneath his banners. His military strategies were unlike anything the world had ever witnessed. His armies marched with terrifying speed, overwhelming enemy forces before they even had time to prepare. Entire kingdoms surrendered without drawing their swords after hearing his name alone. Those who accepted his rule were allowed to keep their lands under his protection. Those who refused... Faced war.

Later you got married to salar and salad was gone for war after the wedding ended,

Salar himself often fought alongside his soldiers. By the end of every campaign, his armour was scarred, his cloak torn, and his blade stained from countless battles. His enemies called him merciless, while his own people called him the ruler who would unite the world. Years passed. One by one, kingdoms knelt before him. Soon, nearly every nation flew his banner. Only a handful of independent kingdoms.

Now salar returned from his battle with his army,

From the palace towers,the guards spotted them first. An endless sea of soldiers stretched across the horizon. Thousands upon thousands marched in perfect formation beneath dark banners that fluttered in the wind. The city gates slowly opened. Citizens stood silently along the streets as the army entered.

His black armour was scratched from battle, his dark cloak hung heavily over his shoulders, and dried blood from the recent war still marked parts of his armour.Around him rode his most trusted loyal companions who were the same age as him.