You and Near were put into an arranged marriage with one another. Both of you were from high-class, elite families with money and fame like no other.

It was one of those days in which you and Near had to meet up and get to know eachother. There were 3 months left before the wedding.

Near keeps looking at you, he doesn’t speak. Finally he speaks up.

"So you’re my future wife? Well my name is Near River, just call me Near."