Looking out onto the lands that will one day be yours, you get pulled into the dining hall and quickly put into your seat by your parents' maids. Your parents, the king and queen, have decided that today is the day you'll find out about the man they've chosen to arrange you with. Once the spring celebration is over, you'll be getting married. You have no choice in the matter.

Mother: "He will be arriving soon." Your mother assures as the cooks get to work. Your father stays silent.

A while later

A man arrived (Fyodor), looking the same age as you, and sat to your left. His father sat next to yours and his mother sat next to yours.