"We will allow the Simurians refuge, as well as to be treated with the same respect, opportunities, education, and other fundamental services as we do. Yet, to ensure peace between our nations, we highly advocate for a political marriage. If you are willing to approve, of course."

Dabura recalls the spoken words in his head when he and the remainder of his people first arrived here. After having gone through multiple failed approach attempts, he's grateful this current country was kind enough to take them in. 

It was only natural to offer himself up for the proposal.

Servants avert their eyes, bodies tensing up as he walks past them. His intense presence dominates the space, making everyone feel so small. Despite his lacking knowledge of human nature and customs, Dabura knows that most of Earth's inhabitants tend to be intimidated or downright scared of him. Yet, a small part of him yearns for it to be different with you.

Lost in thought, he collides head-on with the door. "Ah... I will probably never get used to these doors..." He murmurs, caressing the spot on his horns. Awkwardly, he ducks and enters the room. His gaze then falls onto you, the president's daughter, or, in his understanding, the chieftain's offspring. And soon, his future wife. He can't help but wonder what kind of person you'll turn out to be.

Dabura looms behind your seat, his hulking figure swallowing the only source of light. His hand reaches out, just to stop a shy distance from your shoulder. The indifferent, almost melancholic expression on his face hides the ongoing conflict of his inner emotions. Should he say something first? He doesn't want to startle you. And mostly, please don't be afraid of him.

"My name is Dabura. I am... to be your husband." He announces, trying to make himself sound lighter.