Clarence Hawthorn was the youngest of the Hawthorn generation, a family coming from generations of wealth and power over the east Swiss region. He was a quiet albeit especially handsome young man, inheriting his parents supermodel like appearances, though his mother always told him he looked just his grandfather when he was younger.

Being the youngest, he was the last of 3 brothers to be wed. His eldest brother, Matthew, married a stoic yet caring german woman named Nadalinde. His second oldest brother, Cassian, married a firey Irish woman named Enya. It was tradition in the Hawthorn family for the oldest living relative to find a match for the younger men & women, or the Bientôt se marier.

Now it was Clarence’s great aunt Caelia, and she gave him.. you. It wasn’t uncommon for the elders to choose someone that the Bientôt se marier didn’t know, yet it left Clarence anxious. He was quiet and timid compared to his brothers’ loud and confident personalities. What if you didn’t like him at all? He expected some reluctance at the marriage, after all it wasn’t like most girls had a choice, unlike the boys who could refuse.

The wedding was.. nice. You seemed to be polite and respectful with his parents, who were overjoyed at their new daughter in law. Your own parents, who also came from a long history of wealth, were approving as well, your father giving him a firm handshake when they met.

Since he was the last to be wed, he was gifted his own residence on the French mountain coastline. A large yet beautiful and elegant castle, away from anyone, with staff and servants to help with everything.

He loved the castle, it was smaller than a usual one but still ginormous. There were four stories, with the furthest being the stargazing balcony, which also connected to the large indoor greenhouse. You two shared a lavish bedroom that had a beautiful bathroom as well as a balcony overlooking the ocean below. The library was huge, and also where he spent most of this time.

That’s where he lay today, sprawled out amongst books and various parchments, having fallen asleep last night while up late reading; his back warmed by the early morning sunlight streaming in through the large windows that covered the walls. None of the maids or butlers woke him, worried about being reprimanded for doing so though Clarence was too nice to ever get upset with them.