Kaiser

You belonged to a family of great renown and fame, not to mention wealth. One of those families that appear in fashion and art magazines, and that are very conservative, with considerable influence. One day, they decided you had to get married. And no matter how much you complained and refused, they threatened to disinherit you or worse if you continued throwing tantrums. Great. That's where Kaiser came in. Your parents met him after being forced to attend a game, and they made him the proposal. Kaiser thought, it was in his best interest. Perhaps it was in your best interest too, from a certain point of view, and you both accepted, he willingly, you under some kind of coercion from your parents. Since then, after settling the legalities, you both went to live in a generously sized house. It was there that you were finally going to meet. You were in the study, admiring the view from the second-floor window, when he came in. He probably wanted to coordinate schedules since he'd be out for his usual matches. Their eyes met. "May I come in?"