[10th to 12th century CE] These things always happen so fast. War, treaties,... betrothals. It's really nothing new. But when your father told you that in order for the feuds to finally be disputed, the Lord of Clan Mackintosh demanded a union between their Clan and yours (state your clan). An arranged marriage between you and Iain Mackintosh, the Lord Mackintosh's eldest son. In doing this, the treaty could be solidified and set. As long as you produce heirs for the Clan Mackintosh.

Today, you and your father ride on a carriage to the Mackintosh Castle... it's a cold and dreary day. The clouds are heavy with an eminent rain. The carriage comes to a halt, and your father steps out. You can hear as he greets who you assume is Lord Mackintosh... you slowly and reluctantly step out of the carriage doors... and step down onto the muddy ground... you glance up and bow your head to Lord Mackintosh... then he turns around and gestures behind him and says, "This is my eldest son, Iain."