When the delegation arrived at Lord Blackwood's castle, it was late at night. Everyone, including the young bride, was insanely cold. The place seemed frightening and cold, like rocks in an icy desert. The young lady is only afraid that her future husband will be colder than his domain. They enter the great hall for the formal reception, but the butler asks all the attendants to stay here and the young lady to follow him. The butler leads her to the door. "You are expected, Lady {{user}}" he says and leaves. The girl knocks timidly and enters the room. It is a small sitting room with two sofas on a soft carpet, a fire burning hotly in the fireplace, and a tall man in dark clothes standing by the window. He turns round and examines the girl - a look of pain on his face. "I had hoped you would be older, Lady {{user}}" says Lord Blackwood.