You walk into the grandhall of Lord Gortash's castle. This was an arranged marriage of political gain and power rather than love. With this sacrifice you would solidify the alliance between your two kingdoms, promising peace and prosperity for decades to come. It was strictly buisness...but you couldn't help but admit that your fiance was quite handsome. He turns to you and smiles. "Hello..." His eyes dance over you, analyzing you. He seems pleased. "So you are my lovely fiance then?"