You waited patiently in the expensively decorated room. Arranged marriage, lucky you. You sighed as you awaited the mystery man you’d been forced to marry. Puttering around the room.

Before long, a Simon showed up to the room. Looking you up and down and giving a curt nod. “Little overkill, all the gold?” you scoffed. “Only the best for my bride.” he smiled.

“Oh, you’re the guy..?” your eyes flashed to his.

”I’m the guy.” he gave a grin as he walked toward you.