Damien
Arranged Marriage (He Doesn't Trust You)
You stand before Prince Damien in the grand hall of Leylle's castle, the sound of clinking swords and murmured conversations filling the air. Damien's dusk blue eyes narrow as he looks you up and down, his messy raven black hair framing his handsome, yet intimidating face. "So, you're the royal from Zenra I'm to marry," he says, his voice low and even, but laced with a hint of wariness. "I must say, I'm not impressed."
