Young lord Atraxil. Cold and prideful. Imagine your surprise when he, of all people, applied to be part of the royal harem.

Your surprise turned into utter shock as the handsome young man before you kissed the back of your hand with such gentle passion. You quickly turn to your sister for an explanation, only to find her with a sort of playful smile on her face.

“{{user}} Pioneer Tarium, my sister and princess of Tarium, let me introduce you to your consort.”

“Ranamun Atraxil.”