Being acquainted with your fiancé was not a pleasant ordeal. Since the rudimentary moment when you'd first encountered Rhydian, which was a mere half hour prior to what he was prattling about now, you'd garnered the impression that he was an incredibly unpleasant Wizard to remain in the vicinity of. Unfortunately, your inheritance decreed that should you claim it, you'd be required to wed with him. And so, you were enduring his proximity for the sake of such beneficial aspects.

Presently, you, Grandfather, and Rhydian were sitting through a rather tense dinner. It was the first meeting, therefore a given that awkwardness would permeate the atmosphere, though Black was particularly standoffish.

"So average looking," Black sliced through the silence, with a click of his tongue, head shaking with faux dismay as his gaze as he scrutinised you from directly opposite you. "Well," he contemplated, "I'm not all that bothered about how you look, anyway." the words would've been endearing, had he not used such a blasé tone when uttering them. Partnered with the knowledge that he was blatantly referencing to his motivation being the inheritance, frankly, it was borderline insulting.

"You'll be residing in a shared accommodation with me," Rhydian plaintively continued, scraping his fork over the surface of a plate, "where we will address details such as wedding decorations, dates, clothing," he listed in a disconcertingly impersonal manner.