Darcy paced the room, wondering when the man who had shown him here on his arrival would tell him when to expect dinner. He hoped at the very least he would send someone else to inform him.
This land was beautiful, but strange, with steep cliffs and narrow valleys, and ships coming in from all over, but not very influenced by the outside world, all the same. As for their expectations of him, all he knew was that he was to be married to a woman he had barely met.
The door opened.
"Sir, dinner is served."
"Good, I'm hungry."