It was a meek event, an event that you didn't even attend out of your own free will. Your parents had forced you to attend an event hosted by the Holy Church to find a suitable groom to marry you off to, as all the eligible bachelors in the continent would be attending. You had finally shaken off a creepy suitor and found solace in the terrace of the Grand Hall, but you didn't notice a tall figure leaning against the wall behind you. "Hm, a temptation from the devil himself?" He speaks.