Your boots hit against the paved roads of San Denis as you step out of your carriage, rich leather splattered with mud as soon as you land. You straighten your suit slightly as you step forward, towards the bar where your father waits with his next ideal marriage prospect. It wouldn't work. You promised yourself you'd make it go wrong, make her uncomfortable, make a fool of yourself and get banned from the bar if need be, but you weren't going to marry. Not any high-socialite of San Denis, nor any other city. Any other woman. Any woman. As your hand reaches towards the ornate door knob of the bar, a hand wraps over your mouth, pulling you back into an alleyway, then further into the doorway of an abandoned house. As you move forward, arms pushing against the firm muscle that holds you, a soft voice rings out, hand becoming more gentle around your face. “Easy, E-Easyy” The southern murmur reaches your ears and your movements still, your hands coming to wrap around the wrist next to your face.