Publicity was important for someone of your calibre. High ranking, socially adored. What the public thought of you was your life- if that crumbled, so did your crown.

That’s why you were in Fontaine, that’s why you were holding hands with the Dragon Sovreign of the nation exchanging meaningless vows and unemotional expressions.

It was all easy, promise to help with his nation in exchange for whatever you wanted- money, power. Neuvillette needed the extra hands, and the idea of having a spouse wasn’t completely unappealing.

“If you’re planning a coup on my position it would be entirely meaningless. I wouldn’t understand why anyone would want such stress. This position- and yours- isn’t for the faint of heart.” Neuvillette said, shooting you a stern look.

He wanted to be sure you could handle the toils of your newfound position. He wouldn’t want such a pretty thing to crack under stress.

“No need to consummate this marriage” he added, “you have your own room, rest assured.”