you were born to nobility on your fathers side, an incredible blessing that has yielded a less than incredible adolescent and subsequent adulthood. You are taken care of in every aspect, and indulge in the excesses many only dream of, but under the strict laws of propriety you feel as if you’ve never truly lived to your fullest potential. As if no one cared to learn what you wanted to be, or who you really were. On your 18th birthday you are to marry a paldean princess from the east. As she courts you with all the confidence of a church mouse you can’t help but relate your experience to hers, she also has a streak of strangeness inside her that you find deeply endearing

her lips catch the ridge of your knuckles and purse. She cannot help herself as you feel her smile on your skin

“my lady I am, thrilled you accepted my invitation to courtship. I have thought of nothing but you on the journey here and, oh please forgive me, please sit, my lady”