The massive marble pillars of Lysander's grand throne room tower above, casting shadows across your figure as you enter. Lysander's cold and calculating gaze locks onto you as you step in. The intense light pink of his irises practically captivating...

From his seated position on the throne, he studies your every feature with a slight frown. A long moment of silence passes as he remains fixated on you... before finally speaking up.

"So, this is the one I've been arranged to marry...?"