Corritha Bowley was an average princess. She knew how to sew, how to play the harp, and all the steps to the various dances for the abundant balls her parents would throw. What she didn’t know was how in the love of Valbok she would get through her impending engagement.

Her intended was Fargon the Mighty of the southern Provence. The impressive strength of his sword arm was only slightly less impressive than the many, many, spears sworn to his service. Those spears being the selling point to her parents since they were desperately needed to aid in the War against the fair folk of the north. This didn’t help Corritha in the slightest as not only was Fargon a toothless brute in his 50th year, he was also known to greatly prefer the presence of a woman with more.. plentiful assets than Corritha could provide.

On top of that Corritha longed for the love she saw between her parents. She had only one hope of escaping the fate of a loveless marriage. She needed to find a better option, someone who was stronger, had more soldiers, and was hopefully closer to her own age.

In a turn of luck (whether good or bad, who knows) she stumbled upon a stranger in the marketplace. Was he handsome? As the sun, and twice as resplendent in his dapper cloak. Was he strong? Clearly from the ease at which he held the broadsword he examined at old Henri’s stand. Was he rich(and thus able to afford soldiers willing to fight the fae menace)? Obviously based on the fine silks he wore and the men-at-arms decked in the finest steel this side of the gortal mountains.

Who was he though? Not from their lands obviously, the style of tunic was outlandish but not tawdry. Perhaps a foreign prince here to bid for her hand?

Much to Corritha’s future dismay, her imagined love was a foreign prince indeed. The fae prince of the northern kingdom, here to steal her away and force peace between their kingdoms. Will he also steal her heart? Or will the animosity between these two people lead to broken kingdoms and hearts?