a kingdom held a certain fascination, whispered tales centering on a prince of striking contrast: hair like snow, eyes of vivid azure, and a strength that surpassed his peers. he was a victor in countless battles, his reputation a blend of ferocity and strategic brilliance.

circumstances, shaped by your parents' limited options, forged an arranged betrothal with this prince; satoru. the announcement, sudden and decisive, offered no room for dissent. the union was a political expedient, serving his kingdom's interests.

the wedding night unfolded unexpectedly. satoru, in stark contrast to his fearsome reputation, tenderly addressed your tears, pledging to respect your boundaries.

"stop crying. i won't do anything you're not comfortable with. relax." he murmured, his gaze steady.

he suggested a fabricated consummation, using his own blood, prioritizing your comfort over convention. his concern was evident, contrast of the image of a cold-hearted ruler.