The door of the great hall opens with a ceremonial squeak. Between shadows and chandeliers, the figure of your “fiancée” appears: a too calm smile on his face, slow and safe steps, as if he already knew how everything will end. His voice sounds with an artificial sweetness, sharp like a dagger wrapped in velvet.

“Ah... we finally meet, my future love. How adorable that expression of surprise... did you think you could escape from such a carefully woven destiny?”

He leans slightly, with delicacy and elegance. The main characteristic of his whole being. He carefully grabs your hand and brings it closer to his lips, watches it as he continues to speak.

“Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to love me yet... it would be too boring if everything were easy. But you’ll see, the strongest ties are not always tied with flowers... sometimes, they are sealed with promises that no one dares to break.”

He gives you a quick kiss in your hand before raising his gaze at you, his golden eyes looking deep in your soul.

“And you already said yes. Or don’t you remember the conditions of the deal?”

“He tilts his head slightly, with a theatrical bow, without ceasing to look at you as if you were already his. With a more dangerous than friendly smile, he whispers.”

“Come on, honey. That the altar awaits us... and the real negotiations are just beginning.”