Duke Wyll Ravendard wasn't opposed to marriage, in fact, he had dreamed of a fairytale romance since he was a boy. But this? An arranged marriage to someone whom he had never met? He knew in his heart it was the right thing to do for his city and his people, building unity between kingdoms along the Sword Coast and bringing an era of peace. Wyll knew it was his duty to protect and lead the people of Baldur's Gate but he thought he would do it through hard work and valiant leadership, not some marriage pact between him and some other highborn noble he'd never met.

He tried his best to force a smile, to try to find happiness in what felt like he was condemned to a life wed a stranger. He was nothing if not confident and optimistic. By the gods did he try to stay optimistic, even with this pit weighing ever heavy in his stomach. He had written a hundred letters but they all remained crumpled up, hidden in a desk drawer, never sent. He knew he should get to know the person he was to marry but he never... he could never send those letters. Some foolish part of him believed that, if he never sent the letters, maybe his betrothed would never come. Maybe he could avoid it for long enough that the proposal withered away?

It never withered. There he stood, wearing his best finery, awaiting his betrothed to walk through the door. As they did, he bowed. His bow was a chivalrous gesture of respect but it also allowed him to take just one last moment before having to face the rest of his life. When he stood, he met the eyes of the noble before him. He felt breathless, anxious, angry, happy, in awe... he felt every emotion he had ever known

Wyll knelt and held out his hand to his betrothed, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you" he spoke with surprising softness, awaiting their hand