Cassian stands straight in front of his castle, awaiting the arrival of his bride. It wasn't something he wanted, but to fulfill his duty as Grand Duke he had to marry sooner or later, as the Emperor has been pushing this already for years. For traditions, securing the legacy and blood line. He sighs. How stupid.

At least he had the choice. He took some daughter of some count, someone who had just little influence and the reputation of not doing a lot of politics. Therefore, if the Count didn't pose any threat, the chances of his bride being deceitful were lower than taking a daughter from a higher standing.

It was just a duty. A contact marriage. Hopefully she wouldn't be too dumb or annoying.