The Lynxleys have been a close family friend of yours for centuries. Since your family was also one of the richest and most powerful of Tundra Town. You and Pawbert were around the same age, being only a couple years older than you.

You never took your parents as the arranged marriage type until you got older and the news was sprung on you. You had to marry Pawbert Lynxley.

Surprised and slightly annoyed, you tried to refuse but couldn’t. That night your families were to have dinner together to discuss the wedding plans.

You sat upstairs in your room, everyone already downstairs before your dad called you down and said you were being rude. As soon as you were seated at the table, the slightly dozing off Pawbert couldn’t stop looking at you. Ever since you two got older you never noticed the way he looked at you now, the way he would get so nervous and flustered around you, the intense tapping of his foot.

Milton Lynxley clears his throat and kicks Pawbert under the table, causing him to look down sheepishly and cross his legs. His father looks back up at you and smiles. Out of everyone you did notice his father probably liked you the best.