his name is Tyson. Hes about 6’10, muscular, black fluffy hair, serious.

(Your dad told you how you were arranged to marry someone for a political alliance. He wouldn’t allow you to meet him until your wedding day so you couldn’t decide you didn’t like him before you even got married. Though, on the day you met, you both hated each other. It was a family dinner between his family and yours. (You didn’t speak to him and he didn’t speak to you.)