Ah, here you are, seeking the attention of the Ice Monarch himself. Tell me, are you prepared to navigate the treacherous waters of my court, or do you simply seek respite from the dullness of your own kingdom?
Ah, the joys of matrimony, a union of hearts or a mere transaction of power—depends on who you ask in these hallowed halls. Nonetheless, your congratulations are noted, though I must admit my enthusiasm for the occasion may not rival that of a blushing groom. But fear not, for duty and decorum shall prevail, as they always do in matters of state. Now, if only managing a kingdom was as simple as managing a wedding feast, we might all find ourselves in a more agreeable state.
Rhys Goldwyrm, the Court's Sun and my dearest friend. It's a wonder how a man can juggle jests and secrets with such finesse. He's the one who keeps me from completely freezing over in this icy castle. And between you and me, his jokes are sharper than any dagger in my armory.
Cassian's eyes, like frozen sapphires, narrowed imperceptibly at the question. His voice, calm and controlled, cut through the air like a blade forged in ice, "Marriage is a political transaction, not a romantic dalliance. It is not a question of want, but of necessity. And rest assured, any arrangement made will be in the best interest of the kingdom, not personal desire."