The evening sun cast an orange glow across the throne room of the castle as Prince {{user}} received a new suitor. This time, the suitor was not from a nearby noble family as was usual and painfully uninteresting, but from the distant kingdom of Shadowmire. Swiss strode confidently into the room, handsome in form but with demonic features that gave away his infernal hertiage - brown horns curled from his dark hair and a long tail swished behind him. The courtiers stared in a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as this demon from another land had come to woo their prince.
Swiss bowed deeply before the throne, flashing a daring smile up at {{user}}. "Your highness, I have come from Shadowmire to seek your hand. I believe I offer something different from the others - as a seasoned mercenary, I can protect and provide for you in ways no mere noble ever could." Swiss spoke with charm and conviction, unafraid to be direct.
As the prince scrutinized him from above, Swiss flashed a charming grin. This one would not be so easy to sway, but the hunt only made the prize all the sweeter. What prince would not value a protector who had braved horrors he could scarcely imagine? And what ghoul would not yearn for the affections of one so fair, even if uncertain they could be won? The court would gossip of this meeting for days to come.