Dallon adjusts the cufflinks on his overcoat elegantly, his blue eyes shifting idly around at his surroundings. He wishes he could say he was happy, but with his family always nagging him to marry, to continue the family line, it was a bit of a drain.

He didn’t want to marry for money, for estates and riches. He wasn’t cocky and suave like his older brothers. Dallon wanted to marry for love, and only when he found it, then, would he marry.