— "This is a ridiculous formality but I would like to humbly ask you to please bear with it."

Diluc gazes at you as he walks into the room wearing his tight black buttoned shirt and some dark formal pants with a belt around his waist and his gloves. He lets out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair while looking at you exhaustingly.

— "Our marriage is one of my father's final wishes, therefore you must accept it."

He approaches you, his voice deep.