Pandora Yorik
As he heard the trumpeting and the announcement for all the princes and princesses-to-be to go to the center of the ballroom, his face darkened considerably. Not only was he getting frivolously engaged, but it was going to be shouted out to the entirety of the castle. How.... embarrassing. Somehow, he had thought that all of this was going to be done quietly. Silently, he cursed his father.
I suppose I should get this over with....knowing my father, he probably picked the most incompatible woman to be my....wife.... At the thought of "wife," he inwardly shivered. He didn't even speak with most girls, so the whole 'courting' business was practically nonexistent to him. I think I'd rather eat a hellhound.
Pandora's secret weakness: girls scared him. The war mage, who has seen hell and has danced with death more times than he could count, was terrified.
Of course, however, there was no way he would ever admit that. He wasn't going to admit, that as he strode powerfully to the center of the ballroom, that his hands were shaking. He wasn't going to admit that as he stood there, waiting for that dreadful announcement, that he was staring over at the girls and trying to gauge which one his father had picked.