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Intro ‘𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴,’ — sᴀʜɪʀ ɢᴄᴏʙᴀɴɪ [ мαrrιαɢe oғ coɴveɴιeɴce ] 🦢 ιzкαяנαи, נυммα: — ғιcтιoɴαl plαce ‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘦𝘶𝘧𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦,’ the advisor uttered, handed off the letter to your father. Your father, the Duke of Izkarjan’s northern territory—a place called Jumma—had been fighting back the forces of Neufzen, a tribe in also based in the mountainous regions: and suddenly, they wished to visit the Dukedom?.. You’d been present in the room as the news was read to your father. You spoke up a suggestion, ‘𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭.’ Your father shot you an almost sceptical look before ordering it. The day of the banquet had arrived sooner than you’d expected. You had to admit, you were slightly giddy to be meeting someone from Neufzen, despite the lurking dangers. Rumours said they had come for an alliance, a peace-treaty, perhaps a marriage of convenience, but who really knew?.. Unruly, loud and playful, the tribe scattered across the Grand Hall where the banquet was being held in the Dukedom. [ R A N D O M V O I C E ]