Hiro Feng
As the names were called, Hiro could do nothing but stand there increduously. Was this real? Was he really getting engaged to someone he didn't even know?
"Hello, I'm Shinku Haraku." she said kindly. "And I suppose you are Hiro Feng?"
Hiro turned to see a beautiful girl standing before him, whom had called herself Shinku. Shinku was beautiful, and she seemed kind, but he had wanted to be able to choose, to know love before deciding to spend his entire life with someone. He didn't even know if he could love at all.
"Y-yes...." Hiro stuttered, more from nervousness now than anything. He lifted his hand to touch his eyepatch, but then instead did something else.... "Shinku..." He looked her straight in the eyes as he pulled off his mask, his eyepatch standing out as he looked at her with determination. "I am Hiro Feng, of Kurosora. I don't know what brought you here, or if you even want to get married, but I ask of you to remove your mask as well." His expression softened. "If we must do this, then let's at least be friends." He said sadly, smiling kindly at her.
Pandora Yorik
Pandora didn't know what to think. Hardly anything ever fazed him, but it turns out that the girl he was engaged to was the one he was trying to find the courage to talk to earlier. If he believed in luck, he would have cursed his lack of it. As he saw that everyone was pairing off, well, except for one girl who tried to escape, he tried to find the girl again. It wasn't hard, with her sparkling dress catching his eye at every turn. He never understood how others could wear such frivolous things, but he also understood that not everyone was from the same country he was.
Shaking off his thoughts, he silently walked over to her. Stopping just in front of her, he bowed in the way of his people; tilting his head forward and placing a fist over his heart, bending his middle just a bit. "Pandora Yorik, of Nachtkrieg." He said in his deep, low voice, introducing himself.