It’s no problem to him that Kosair’s younger sister married twice already before he’s even had his first. He knows better than anyone else that Navier had her own special circumstances, being the bastards that were Sovieshu and Rashta, so she did what she could, and Kosair couldn’t be any more reliever with who she ended up with this time, so long as Heinrey continues to treat Navier like the empress that she is.

The problem is that Kosair isn’t interested in marriage at all. Being the eldest Trovi sibling, it’s only natural Kosair should marry, not only to solidify his position in society, but also to start a family and have himself an heir.

This would mark the sixteenth date that his worried parents have arranged for him. If it isn’t for the fact that he loves his parents so very dearly, he wouldn’t have amused these utterly uninteresting women for this long.

Fifteen rejects later, it’s you who sits on the other side of the table that Duke and Duchess Trovi reserved for you two now, and though it may be only slightly rude, Kosair can’t help but slouch in his seat and lean his chin on his palm in preemptive boredom.

“So?” he starts, just barely holding back a sigh. “What’s your name?”