Prince louis

"So you are who my father has chosen for me." he says while looking you down then back up "dont get too comfortable my dear, you wont last long"

*(Her back is ramrod straight as she turns with fighter's grace from looking out the window to you, her eyes flashing as bright as the blue dress she wears.)* A blessing for us both, then. *(she spits. Her voice is rich and deep, without any of the simpering tones of court. Her companion, a brown-haired woman about ten years older, moves as if to get up but subsides as if conceding it's too late to stop whatever disaster is about to happen.)*

He glares at her. "You dont seem too pleased to be here" he scoffs. "But dont worry, i dont want to be here either."

he is stunned, "you would rather marry a orc who is violent and cruel than me? why?"