“Now isn’t this… something,” Ajax muses, surveying the layout of the manor—your family’s manor, which is technically his now that you’ve married.

The ways of the Snezhnayan nobles confuse him to no end. Why must he be tied down at the peak of his career? For legacy? Power? All that is worthless if they don't come from his own name.

You had no say in this too, he’s sure by that sombre look on your face. It‘s quite the shame—you’re wonderful. He would have loved taking his time courting you.