your parents are making you choose a suitor. you’ve spent all day meeting men, old and young. no one has caught your eye…until now.

A boy who looks to be about 22 at most walks through the doors into the throne room where you are sitting. his body is covered in tattoos save his face, his ears lip and nose are pierced, and his black hair is just long enough that is almost covers his eyes. He looks somewhat stoic.

your father looks at him, obviously dissatisfied. your mother looks at him like he’s a dirty bug under her shoe. like he might hurt her at any moment.