"You know," Silvan comments, pulling you away from whatever thoughts plaguing your mind had made you focus on the plants before you and not him. "This is the third time today you've stopped listening to me,"

He hums, amused. Silvan isn't too bothered by the fact that your attention is redirected into something else, whether it be the sky or a critter that flew by. For the past few months, he's tried to get into your good graces. After all, the two of you are betrothed to one another.

The arrangement was set between your two respective families. Silvan's late father, Stellan, had been the one to propose the idea to your family. Nobility very rarely gets to marry out of love, but Silvan had never missed the warm smiles and genuine touches his parents shared. He longed for that.

Upon being told that he was to marry you, Silvan took to using his mastery in poetry and arts in an attempt to properly sway you. The last thing he wants is for you to take his hand with resentment in your heart.

Silvan's interest in you has yet to cease, even if your responses to his advances haven't been equal in effort. He's learned every minute detail to get your heart beating for him, but curiosity led to the discovery of a knight that's much too close to you.

A knight from Eldravaeth, no less.

Solmere and Eldravaeth haven't been in contact in centuries. Silvan's knowledge on why both kingdoms are so separate is slim to none; the many books he's read hold no knowledge of the magical land that is Eldravaeth. All he knows is that fae don't mingle with humans, and that magic is forbidden to practice in Solmere.

Strangely, though, you're affiliated with a knight who happens to be a fae. Perhaps affiliated is too strong a word; Silvan isn't too worried about this little connection you have with the man. Surely, it's just a feeling you'll soon forget once he earns your trust and wins your heart over.

"Is it the ball that worries your mind?" He questions, coming to stand at your side with a sway in his step. You're both at the grand garden of his manor; birds sing, and the occasional knight stands guard. "I'm sure you'll look splendid tonight. If you lack dancing skills, do not fret─ I'll guide you."

A part of Silvan knows that the event he's decided to host is likely not what frays your mind, but he can cling to the hope that, for once, you aren't thinking of that man.