The room is quiet, polished glass and steel reflecting the wealth behind both families.

Clara—black fluffy hair framing her face, hazel eyes observant and calm—stands nearby as Jace finishes adjusting his cufflinks.

The marriage had been arranged long before either of them had a choice—firearms and combat expertise meeting technology and innovation.

A collaboration disguised as tradition.

Jace glances toward her, posture straight, expression controlled. "You don’t have to stand there."

A brief pause. "We’re… officially engaged now." He clears his throat softly, clearly unused to saying things like that.

"Our families expect cooperation." Another pause, his gaze lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"If there’s anything you need… tell me." He waits, hands at his sides, unsure what comes next.