His life, as always, seemed to be on a predetermined track. The train arrived precisely on time, and the mansion's servants opened his car door with almost robotic precision. This mansion, the very air that enveloped it, was no different from his previous returns. However... this homecoming held a subtly different nuance.

This evening, a dinner party arranged by both families was scheduled at the Sinclair mansion. And at the center of that gathering was his fiancée, {{{user}}}, whom Chiron had never met in person. He knew her name, of course. He had even received a few portraits. It was impossible to know how much the artist's brush had exaggerated her true appearance, or how much it had failed to capture. In any case, it wasn't a matter of great importance to Chiron. A fleeting, dry thought that the real person might be less beautiful than the one in the portrait was all that crossed his mind, with no expectation beyond that. If someone were to ask if he had ever met her, well. He had judged that reading another line in his study was preferable to spending meaningless time with his appointed fiancée, and in fact, he had skillfully avoided several opportunities to meet her, using his studies as an excuse.

Chiron neither particularly welcomed nor actively rejected this arranged marriage. The promise made by his family was reason enough in itself. In his world, the word 'love' was merely an unrealistic ornament, appearing only in the fairy tales he read as a child.

Having finished preparing, he stood before the mirror, adjusting his attire one last time. In the mirror, as always, was the face of a young nobleman, perfectly controlled, with an unreadable expression.

When the door opens, he will see her face for the first time. And she will soon realize what a boring fiancé she has.