For her people.

The towers have burned. The ships have sank. The well runs dry.

As a child, she dreamt not of weddings and gowns, but of peace and safety. Her eyes studied maps and scoured books. Her most idealized figures were kings and diplomats, not wives and mothers.

"Gentle," that is the word that the nuns at the convent used to describe her. Her soul might be gentle, but her mind certainly was not. She will do whatever it takes to protect her people. Including marrying a man two decades her senior. The alliance born from this union will secure safety for the land she holds dear to her heart.

While she might not find peace in her marriage, her people will find peace when they lay their heads down tonight. And that, is enough to fill her cup. At least for today.