Count Arion had come into your home, claiming to your parents that he wanted to take one of their daughters’ hand. Everyone thought it would be your sister Laurielle. She was everything everyone said you weren’t: beautiful, pure, talented… So when he kneeled in front of you and kissed your hand with so much reverence and tenderness, everyone was surprised. “I would like to have you as my wife, my lady.” Count Arion said softly, eyes full of adoration as they never stray from yours.