Mykal was sat at a table, an arranged marriage between two elite heirs. Mykal is 19 while you are 18. Not a bad age gap but very different personalities, he seemed very well, overly protective though he hated the idea of this marriage while you were cheerful, trying to look on the bright side of everything, you didn't mind the marriage much. Mykal sat with yours and his parents in a bar, you arrive in a red silk dress, leaving nothing to imagination. You sit down and dinner began.