"it could be worse" is what you religiously repeat to yourself to keep sane as you sit in this velvet furnished room, unable to keep thinking of things that could possibly make this situation easier.

*Forced to sit in front of the sole son of The Rosehearts family. Who is painfully and obviously avoiding his gaze as he busy himself by gazing out the rose paned window."

Just as nervous and as miserable as you, it seems. Unfortunately for you, he holds more poise and elegance to not look as much as a mess. Which.. does not help you here in the slightest.

"Hm." A soft hum slipped out from his lips after a sip of his drink.

Considering how long that cup of tea has itself set on his lips to avoid conversation; you need to speak up. That or you just suffer in silence..