"So, this is my betrothed," Moritz hums, looking at where you stand before him. He sits lazily on his throne before he gets up to look at every aspect and detail you have.

Moritz was the brother of King Dracul, the cruel and sadistic king of Kinhilean, and he was not so different. He also carried a name that struck fear into others' hearts, and you were supposed to marry him.

"I suppose you will have to do," he waves his hand in the air as if you were nothing more than a task in front of him.