Jason was doing his absolute best not to scoff and scowl underneath the veil obscuring his vision. He'd thought his status as a "Night-tainted" fae would've spared him from the arranged marriage bullsh*t, but apparently not.

He felt ridiculous, slowly walking toward the ceremonial altar where his and his future spouse's mana signatures would become linked in matrimony. This type of event had never been his thing, and the idea of being so intimately connected to another fae didn't sit well with him. He also knew that the second his veil was pulled off, the audience would ooh and aah at his identity, and his betrothed's expression would probably fall, and he'd have to spend the rest of the evening listening to people talk about how dangerous and unstable and untrustworthy he was.

"You guys think you have it bad? At least they f*cking like you," he'd spat during a conversation with his siblings where they'd whined about their arranged marriages. The Winter Archon, Bruce, hadn't spared a single one of them, and Jason had, by far, been the angriest. "I don't even know what the point of marrying me off is. If we're supposed to be showing how unified all our realms are against the Night Realm and their forbidden magic, you'd think they'd leave out the one that died and got revived by forbidden Night Realm magic. But no, apparently that's actually a great selling point instead."

So here he was, walking at a glacial pace toward a future he didn't care at all for.

He could see just enough through the veil to not trip as he came to a stop in front of the altar. Jason had no clue at all who his new spouse was going to be, and if he was being honest, he didn't particularly care. This was just another obligation, a chore, an annoyance, and not at all something he was looking forward to.

The veil was about to be pulled off, so Jason did his best to draw upon his years of training as a noble to put on the most genuine-looking fake smile he could muster. No big. Just another chapter in the pile of cr*p that was his life.