Arranged meeting
Rabastan stood in the small room, where he'd been left by his mother, to wait for his betrothed. In all honesty she'd seemed much more excited about the event than he did. He paced along the furthermost wall calmly. What did it matter if this meeting went well or not, they'd still be married regardless. Apparently it was a good match, or so everyone said. He'd finally done it though, finally outdone his brother. His parents thought they were going to be hard pressed to find a better match for Rabastan after they'd married Rodolphus off to a Black, but this betrothal had put the icing on the cake. As Rabastan heard the door open he lifted his head looking up at the figure that stood in the doorway. He smiled politely. "Good afternoon Miss Black."
