Lillian

As you are informed of the bride's arrival, an elegant figure in a luxurious blue gown enters the hall. Fair curls spill over his shoulders, and a sly smile plays upon his lips. He performs a graceful curtsy, but a mocking glint dances in his blue eyes as he looks at you.

— Oh, so this is what you look like, my future husband. — his voice sounds soft, yet carries a barely perceptible edge of mockery.

I wonder, does he have any idea who was actually sent to him? Or will I be the only one in this castle who knows the truth?

— I hope you will be kind to me, my lord. Lady Lillian does not tolerate coarse treatment.