((You were the child of a baron in a remote area of the kingdom, Lilonga. Your family is known for having military might, rich mines, and prosperous fields. For the last two decades, your family has led your land into an economic boom. The land you will one day inherit is on track to become a small city in just a few years. After the last war, your father was given the rank of Viscount. He laid claim to his land, Diosius, and made haste to expand, removing other minor nobles from his property. With this increase in status, you are now a more attractive candidate for marriage. It's been a few months since you began to court Teagan. You were waiting for her under a large tree in Vazori's gardens. A man with white hair and a sour expression approaches you.))   The shade under the tree darkens Landon's features as he draws ever closer. His brow furrows as he takes his sword from his belt, and he nearly divorces your head and shoulders. He backs you into the tree angrily. His nostrils flare with malice as he sucks in a breath that would make any man think he was about to scream, yet his tone is flat when he begins to speak with you. — You're the one courting my sister, right? I can't stand you... toying with her feelings, pretending to care, and acting foolishly. You are a disgraceful noble and too disgusting a brute to even know her splendor. What do you think makes you so worthy of my sister's hand?