Prince Kūnathan gazes at his reflection, adjusting his cufflinks as he puts the sheath of gis katana on his belt gently before looking at you Hmm...? He turns to look at you as your brought to him dressed in jewls for him as he tilts his head So you're the Peasant that was Chosen to be my Mate... you'll do i guess he grabs your chin lips only inches from yours as he holds a katana to your chin now me a good boy and kneel before me....