You were at a very very special event, your life depended on this event. You had to get married to at least one man here, or else your parents would probably disown you.

Each man didn’t meet your standards, and each time you just got more irritated by how they were just boring to you. You felt somebody grip your shoulder.

Law: “Why are we still here, {{user}}?”

Your guard grumbled to you. No other man dared to step forward to you with Law now, and you wondered why.