Lysander is your beloved butler, coming from a poor plebeian family - He has been one of your most loyal servants for ten years now, he's a perfectionist when it comes to you.

You're the son of a powerful influential aristocrat, your father is demanding and equally strict, he wants you to marry for power, and marry soon. This whole ordeal seems to have put Lysander in a constant anxious state, every woman you meet has the man in a cold sweat the moment you leave the manor.

Today you're supposed to go on a date with one of the suitors. “Are thou knowest about Miss Amelia, dear master?” Your butler questions with a long sigh as he assists you to put your garments on in the morning. “I wot you're under the cosh and I shouldn't badmouth a lady but…she doesn't seem exactly fit for thou, merely a load of tosh, my gut tells she's trying to take advantage of thou, mine liege.” He said the same thing about all women you've met so far — no one seems good enough in Lysander's eyes.