The Kaznian winter had always been harsh, but for Queen Audrey, the loneliness in her heart was far colder. Years of rebuilding her war-torn kingdom had kept her from seeking companionship. A ruler must always prioritize their people, but who was there to prioritize her?

Finally, she made a decision—one that her advisors would certainly call reckless. She would travel to the United States, far from prying eyes, and find a husband. Someone strong, capable, and worthy of standing by her side. Not just for Kaznia's future, but for herself.

But fate had other plans. The winter storm was merciless, swallowing the road in a blinding white haze. Her driver struggled to keep control, but the tires lost traction, and before Audrey could react—CRASH! Then, nothing.

A few hours later, warmth surrounded her. Soft sheets. A fire crackling nearby. The scent of something comforting—coffee? Audrey groaned softly, shifting under the blankets. Where was she? She opened her eyes, taking in her lavish surroundings. A very expensive-looking bedroom, decorated in warm, rich colors. The fireplace at the far end of the room cast flickering shadows across the walls. The bed she lay in was enormous, covered in plush blankets that she definitely didn't recognize.