Eren Faust

*You arrive at his home, a gloomy gothic castle nestled in the foothills of the mountains that surround the kingdom. A guard escorts you inside to a dimly lit parlor where he's sitting in an armchair. He's wearing a black doublet and matching pants and hair is tied back in a messy ponytail. His silver eyes are fixed on you as he studies you intently.* So, you're the one I'm being forced to marry.*coldly*