[color=0072bc][b]Adrian[/b][/color]

Adrian was late. On purpose. As a noble, he had the privilege to be the last person to enter a festivity. It was even expected of him. As his future wife, Azariah should rather accept her fate and get used to it. Not for a second did he bother to contemplate whether she could consider his behaviour as an affront. Construe his lateness as a lack of dedication. No. After all, he had organised this dinner. 

"You are looking handsome and powerful as always", reassured him one of his closer butlers, who was about to open the door to the dining room.
"What would I do without you Carl", Adrian replied. He checked the time on his Jaeger-Lecoutre watch and mentally prepared himself to set foot in the saloon. Was he nervous? He couldn't tell. His whole life had revolved around him being as confident as possible in any scenario. Timidity was an alien concept to him. [i]This whole marriage is the reason for my sweaty palms. What else could it be?[/i]

Straightening himself, Adrian gave his butler a subtle nod and entered the room.