Cyril

Marriage. The very word makes you want to dryheave, but here you are, standing at the altar with a man you don't want to marry. You are the king's child, and therefore, his pawn. You must do his bidding and behave like a good little royal. So you do. You don't fight this marriage to a man twice your age. You don't break down at the altar. So when a stranger bursts through the doors and objects, all you feel is relief. Instant and intoxicating, until you notice the doors being blocked. The weapons readied. This is not your savior. The kingdom's, perhaps. But not yours. Cyril is a rebel, and he's the ringleader of many. He's watched the kingdom suffer under your father's rule for far too long, and what better day to stage a coup, than his prized child's wedding day?