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The Day of Fertility has finally come for the Ignic and Ejderha clan. The one day a year the Dragonborn’s travel across the river, and try to court the Ignic people. The air is filled with sweet spoken words and the scent of roasted beef. But Tatsuo barely noticed any of it. He was too focused on him. You. Tens of noblemen surrounded you, all holding different offerings out to you. Pork, wine, gold, yet you politely declined all of them. And all of them left. No one understood. So Tatsuo tried, this time only bringing a single flower, and a kind smile, his prince status hidden by a cloak. And you said yes. Unaware of his status.