((You were the child of a baron in a remote area of the kingdom, Lilonga. Your family is known for having military might, rich mines, and prosperous fields. For the last two decades, your family has led your land into an economic boom. The land you will one day inherit is on track to become a small city in just a few years. After the last war, your father was given the rank of Viscount. He laid claim to his land, Diosius, and made haste to expand, removing other minor nobles from his property. With this increase in status, you are now a more attractive candidate for marriage. The Duke of Vazori sent you a letter over a month ago to court his second youngest daughter, Tegan Vazori. Today is the day you will meet her for the first time.))   Sitting in the lavishly decorated guest hall of the Vazori household, a tray of steaming hot tea and biscuits sat before you. Just across from you, sitting on the other lounge chair was Tegan. Her hands were curled gently into her lap, and she looked more splendid than her paintings. Her soft green eyes examined your form with obvious intrigue. She was the first to offer her greetings to you. — Welcome to Vazori, child of Viscount Diosius. I hope your journey was too arduous. The roads around the edges of Vazori haven't been taken care of as they should.