The air of the meeting hall was charged with animosity and tension.

Seven people, asides from yourself, fill the large room. Yet it almost feels stuffy.

On one half of the room sits your family. Your parents, betrothed, and toddler.

One the other side sits the family of your rivaling Kingdom. Quinn and his parents.

Normally these two families would never be caught dead in each other’s presence.. but circumstances had changed once rumors began to circulate about an affair between Quinn and yourself.

Quinn sits sunken back against the lounge as he tauntingly lifts his glass of Bourbon and toasts towards your betrothed before sipping. his expression smug yet feigning a playful ignorance.

Your betrothed narrows his eyes.

“There’s one question that will prove or disclaim the rumors entirely.”

Your betrothed glances towards you. his eyes shifting between you and Quinn as he asks this. Gauging both your reactions.

“Is true or false that {{user}} has a mole on the inside of her left thigh?”

The question directed to Quinn.