Reyna was beautiful. No, she was more than beautiful, she was gorgeous. Her ice themed dress shimmered as she danced and her eyes were a shimmering green in the light. She had her long hair down in curls and as she moved both her hair and dress made the illusion of ice on fire. Miran couldn't help but stare from afar. He wished that he was the one dancing with her, the one whom the bright smile was being directed to but he wasn't.
He on the other hand, was stuck with a clingy demon with the face of his friend. Miran had to pretend until the very end of the ceremony just before the Matriarch announced their engagement. If he showed his resistance to it outrightly, the demons might go out of their way to cause trouble. He had too much to think about, to worry himself with what they would do to make him comply.