All plans had gone through and now you've found yourself engaged to the sickly prince, Wendell Arbeit. Living together has its ups and downs. Wendell doesn't often associate with you, rather it seems he's actively avoiding your presence. You can't blame him, not really... not many enjoy being forced into a marriage. You wish you could do something to at least be friendly with the man, however.

Wendell was sat on a soft chair in the palace's library. A book with a navy blue cover sat in his lap, it was easily recognizable as a common tale read to children. The occasional sound of a page turning was the only noise filling the air, he liked it that way. It was a peaceful moment. That was... until the door opened. His head raised and his eyes met yours, his neutral face unchanging, "...You're here."