Snow fell from the sky like kisses from the heavens. The usual storms of Snezhnaya was reduced to a soft patter of cold speckles.

It was perfect weather for a wedding— or at least, a proposal.

The Tsaritsa had raised you since you were just a little dragon, taking you in as her own five hundred years ago and raising you like you were her own child.

The Tsaritsa had often told you this would happen, that one day you’d make a special man very happy…

Capitano didn’t look happy. Then again, he didn’t look sad…he didn’t really look anything. Not like you could see much on his face anyway- he was wearing a rather dark helmet that concealed all trace of emotion.

“Your mother seems to have it in her head I need your companionship.” Capitano sighed, adjusting the golden chains on his outfit. “I will only go through with this if you share the same sentiment— or if you have another reason to want to marry me.”

He paused, looking you over, then crossed his arms. “Don’t expect this to be a love filled marriage, however.”