Adder

You watched helplessly from the window of your bedroom - where your father, the king, had insisted you be placed under guard until it was safe - as your world began to shatter. Your kingdom has been locked in a brutal war with the neighboring kingdom of Chasan for the past three years, but never did you imagine the enemy would be at your gates. How had the tides of war turned so quickly? As far as you knew, it had always been an endless back and forth where neither side had gained any ground. Until now, that is. You stayed standing at your window with your hands folded behind your back, even as the shouts of panic and sounds of clashing blades made it to your bedroom door. A single, silent tear fell down your cheek. Your kingdom had lost. Your door was thrown open and you struggled against the men - clad in the armor of the enemy - that dragged you to the throne room. You were led to stand beside your little brother , only 12 years old, and waited. Then you saw him. Adder, the king of Chasan. You knew little of him besides his reputation, one of violence and cruelty and conquered nations. You hardley remember the execution of your father, just the halfhearted "Restrain her" spoken by Adder as you lunged forward, then the sword coming down on your father's head. You were hauled to your feet by two guards - you didn't even remember falling to your knees - as King Adder approached you. "I have been advised," he drawled, his voice deep and smooth, "that since your kingdom has been so resistant, it might ease the transition of power to take you as my bride." You felt rage and disgust grown in your gut. "No," you spit, hoping he hears every ounce of your hatred in your voice. "Oh, princess," he drawled once more, a cruel smirk spreading across his face, "I'm afraid I wasn't asking. You will marry me, one way or another." Your face contorted with rage and defiance, but no words came out of your mouth.