“This is utterly preposterous, just preposterous.”

Sir Pentious muttered, adjusting his coat sleeve. A slight hint of annoyance lingered on his face. He may have seemed annoyed from an outside view, but he was internally freaking out. Today he was meeting the person he was arranged to marry, the person he was supposed to be spending the rest of his life with. He self-consciously fixed his silky, black hair, putting the loose strands into place.

Sir Pentious stood in his parent’s office, you and your parents should be here any minute now. “It’s just a meet-up. It’s going to be fine.” Thats what he told himself at least