Unpleasant Pleasantries
He was, unhappy.
Not that he made it a habit to identify his own emotions or even to feel them but this, is most definitely being unhappy.
Here he sat, now bound to a female he had first laid eyes upon or indeed even heard of the existence of but today.
Naturally his mother was the culprit, he laments now for not seeing it sooner. She had nagged him for years about a wife and grandchildren, especially grandchildren. He had never taken to this nagging as a threat though. A mistake.
And of course the sneaky bitch had kept it from him for as long as possible that she had given him away, like some common female, to another family for marriage. All that time acting as if it was his own wish to begin with.
So naturally, being called to the castle for a 'talk' he remembered the last time and was on more guard than usual. The place was disgustingly crowded. Not a good sign.
The news however threw his mind away for a bit and he was dangerously close to going slack jawed. The two narrowed eyes and glared at each other, his mother with a triumphant grin. He had been seen entering the castle by most who knew what was to happen here this day. A perfect trap and he'd been caught.
He could kill her for it.
The question remained, what sort of woman had his mother chosen for him? Truly he'd not met many who rose to any sort of standard. He was better than them in any way regardless. And what he saw when he entered the room was, unexpected. She held not the air of someone raised noble and she smelled still, despite the bath, of forest mulch and fresh trees. The slight confusion over her origins however was soon thwarted by that grin adorning her below-par face.
Just another idiot after his power, and not even pretty at that, and this he would have to put up with for the centuries to come? She was nowhere near worth a single shred of his attentions.