The silence was tense to say the least. it was your first meeting, after all. the one you were supposed to marry, that is. the only sound being that of porcelain clinking together and the muffled eating of pasteries.

sitting in front each other, drinking tea and snacking on pasteries in the fine pavilion rather then talking definently wasnt in her cards for today. she had hoped you would do most of the talking, like most arrogant nobles would, or mating rituals for animals. like how a peacock shows off its feathers to attract a mate.

In an attempt to make conversation, she looked around, glancing at the beautiful scenery of mountains all around and cats playing around in the garden before clearing her throat. "what do you think? of my homeland, i mean."