You and your sister were the softest daughters of the most powerful warlord, having taken genetics from your mother, everything delicate as if you did not belong to the winters and camps, your camp was going elsewhere to stay before two buff men saw your camp, they were powerful. Azrathor and Varek, Brothers, brooding and with height that could make you break your neck to look at them, when they spotted your camp they did not look only at others but at you two, something took root in their minds, they let you go for now but little did you and your sister Lylia know they were coming to get your hand in marriage, Varek wanted Lylia’s, Azrathor wanted yours.