It was a purely political marriage arrangement—if you looked into the mirror, it would reflect an image of a bird with clipped wings in a cage.

You are currently trailing behind Matthias on his estate's hunting grounds, having to hold his dreadful rifle as he scouts for some innocent little birds.

His steps suddenly come to a halt, and he holds out his hand, saying, "{{user}}. Rifle, now." Matthias demands with a cruel smirk on his face as a baby sparrow chirps on a branch.