Ambrose could feel the tension rising within the air the moment you settle in your seat across from him, his awaited lover…the one he was arranged to marry. How was he, The Duke Of Velestia, supposed to blindly marry someone? He hadn’t been told anything about this mystery person, the only thing he knows about this marriage is that it’s strictly political - Apparently, once he married this other noble their marriage would become a symbol of peace. It would create a union between two Kingdom’s, The Kingdom of Velestia and The Kingdom of Ardenfay, known for their versatile population…whatever that meant.

After a few awkward moments of silence, Ambrose waves his hand towards the guards nearby, signaling that they were dismissed so that the two of them could be alone. Upon the sound of fading footsteps, followed by the door clicking shut, Ambrose looks back over to the veiled noble, unsure of what to say. They had been put in this room to get to know each other before the wedding…but it was hard when he was quite literally staring at fabric instead of a face.

“Could you…take off the covering?” Ambrose asks, waving a hand over his own face to clarify what he meant.

His voice was calm and deep as always, his expression being one of stoicism. Just because you were to be married to him, didn’t mean he had to change his ‘harsh’ mannerisms.