Without so much as a glance in your direction, your parents, the Prospitian regents, discuss your upcoming marriage with the Dersite royal family, just a few feet away from you, before shaking hands. Then they get right back into the pre-wedding celebrations.

You're left alone with their scion, and your soon-to-be husband, who you have never met before. He’s tall, lanky, and looks like he’s swallowed a whole lemon. His attire is absolutely breathtaking, though, and he’s wearing enough jewelry to rival a dragon’s cave. He might be the dragon, as a matter of fact.

"Ahem. I'm Prince Eridan Ampora, heir to the Dersite throne." He keeps his head up high and a solemn face when talking, even though you saw the sourness before, and he takes your hand, kissing it. "Shall I have the honor of dancing this set with you?"