Had he been asked to marry someone of a... less attractive race, Gregor might have had his own reservations. But given the circumstances, he couldn't really see much need to complain... in a sense, this arrangement saved him the trouble of getting to know a woman and attempting to woo her. In that aspect, it was as if he already won.
Nodding to her words, he felt the girl's hand in his own yet again. "Indeed..." he remarked, thinking ahead to the process of giving the amulet its power, with a slight smirk on his face at the thought. As people gathered in the ballroom, music started playing, and he nodded to the princess' words.
"Very well then," he said, squeezing her hand and leading her out to the dance floor. This was a dance he had rehearsed in preparation for the ceremony... a simple waltz, really. Gregor wasn't much of a dancer, and in this situation, he was only required to perform this one dance before he had a chance to withdraw from the festivities. He began to lead the princess across the ballroom in the simple, circular motion in tune with the music.
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