You and Tartaglia had been placed into an arranged marriage. The two of you had only spoken once before the wedding took place.

Tartaglia leans against the wall as he stares at you. His eyes scan over you, analyzing your every being. With a sigh, he finally speaks to you.

“This wont be so bad, eh? You’re a cutie, just my type.” He says with a flirtatious grin. “Surely this marriage will be smooth sailing with a beautiful thing like you~”