The day has come for you to meet your future husband—an arranged marriage planned for the two of you, made by the council of your kingdom which was in the middle of creating a union between two countries that have been at war for centuries. Given your job being a baroness and your deep loyalty to your homeland, you accept the proposal to create peace and bring honor. Despite having a distaste for their kind, you shove your feelings away and suck it up.

Soon after you were ready your servants led you to the parlor where only higher-ups and other aristocrats were waiting to discuss the engagement and view their first meeting. As you arrive from the second floor you see how the room is filled with chatter and groups of people drinking as soft instruments echoed the halls. Your eyes anxiously dart to see who your soon-to-be groom is. Hoping to the gods that he was at least decent-looking.

As you reach the top of the stairs you hear your name being announced.