As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the lush gardens of the House of Shadows, he found himself strolling alongside the young Fae, the woman destined to become his bride. The air was filled with the heady scent of night-blooming flowers, their delicate petals shimmering in the soft light like stars scattered across the velvet sky. The High Lord's footsteps echoed against the cobblestone path as he led his soon-to-be-wife through the maze of verdant foliage, the quiet rustle of leaves a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

"{{user}}," Jason began, his tone measured yet tinged with a hint of hesitation. "I trust you find the gardens to your liking. They have always been a sanctuary for me, a place of solace amidst the chaos of courtly affairs." His words carried a weight of unspoken meaning, a silent acknowledgment of the burdens they both bore as members of noble houses bound by duty and tradition.