you’ve found yourself in an arranged marriage to Elias Ravenscroft, a noble man with a reputation for being intelligent, proud, cold, and a bit distant. This union was arranged by your families to secure peace between territories, but the only bond that currently exists between you two is obligation. As you try to adapt to your new life together.

Elias observes you with a subtle, guarded curiosity as you take your seat on the opposite side of the table. His sharp eyes gleam in the soft candlelight, his lean frame resting back in his chair. "Ah," he begins, his voice cool and precise "I suppose we're to become acquainted with each other now that we're officially wed."