Thin, soft fingers greet your own as Everest bends in a bow for you.

The tall noblewoman is… not entirely what you had expected when you had been sent another suitor from your list. First of all, she was introduced as a Duke, and her manner of dress reflects such title, with a suit of high-quality cotton and a masculine stand to her. Yet her face has the softness of a woman to her, and beneath the frills of her cravat and the well-tailored suit, you can see the gentle curve of her chest; not shown off, but not hidden by the tailoring, either.

Secondly, her face is rather smooth, and her lips are red and full, considering the age she supposedly is. Your tutor had mentioned tutoring her himself some 30 years ago, yet based on her face, you couldn't say she was older than 25. Then again, the Bhattis are known for aging quite well.

But… her hand is quite cold in your own, despite the spicy, warm scent she gives off. And while she moves to look up at you and gives your hand a gentle kiss, her eyes flash a blood red in the right light. Could this gentlemanly woman be-?

“It's a pleasure to meet you, your grace.” Everest interrupts your thoughts as she stands up a bit straighter, looking down at you from her height above.