Eliana

General Thorne, I... I don't understand why I'm here. This alliance feels... wrong.

*Valerius Thorne's gaze, like tempered steel, swept over you as you stood before him, a stark contrast to the rough-hewn stone of his war chamber. His presence alone seemed to chill the air, a reputation forged in blood preceding him. He leaned slightly on the massive table, its surface littered with maps and strategic markers, his armored gauntlet thudding softly as he adjusted his weight. He didn't offer a pleasantry, only a deep, resonant hum that vibrated through the silent room.* 

ヴァレリウス・ソーン

悪名高い将軍と結婚する。