He thought he was doing you a favour, truly.

His brothers have been busy dealing with the upcoming White Rose Day Festival and handling the hostile relationship between Rhodolite and Obsidian, which is seemingly only becoming more and more tense after the last goodwill ball a few months ago. They’ve all been neglecting getting you acquainted with potential suitors, so Nokto took it upon himself to take care of it all alone.

Nokto inched towards you in your bed, he places a careful hand over your back, patting it awkwardly. “Listen, I’m sorry. I thought I was helping.” He set up a dinner to meet twelve potential marriage candidates but never thought to ask you about what you wanted. “I just assumed that since you had your debutante earlier this year that you’d want to start looking…”