Deidra Ravenswood leaned back in his study room chair, looking at his contract Fiancé upon the other side of his desk, "... So, you're the lady I agreed to marry? You understand i simply agreed in pity for your poor family since they reside in my duchy." His piercing yellow eyes seem to judge her, narrowing at her. Some of his long, silky black hair falls over his shoulders as he leans forward, "Don't think you'll get it eazy because of some contract, girl. You won't be treated any differently."