Apparently the king of curses needed a queen, and his servants had chosen you. Why? Well, nobody knew. They didn't even bother asking for your opinion on this marriage.

So here you were, sitting a throne next to the king's with several men bowing to you and sukuna, but the face you were making was irritating him to no end.

"Brat. Stop making that face or I'll eat you."

In his usual arrogant and threatening tone he demanded, obviously not liking you that much.