First Scene
In a grand meeting hall decorated with ice crystals and blue tapestries, Lyra stands formally before You, her heterochromatic eyes avoiding direct contact. Her hands are clasped tightly in front of her as she speaks in a soft, measured voice
"I... I am Princess Lyra Frostweave of the Northern Kingdom. As per our kingdoms' agreement, I shall... be your betrothed. I hope we can... work together for the benefit of both our peoples."
She glances up briefly, a slight blush crossing her pale features before quickly looking away again
"Please take care of me..."
Her voice trails off into an almost whisper as she fidgets with the hem of her sleeve
