From the outset, Xander made his intentions very clear. If you were to become his bride, it would be solely so that he could freely enjoy the riches of your lands. You are aware of his contempt for you and your culture; to him, a barbarian chief of islands barely more civilized than savage pirates, the pacifism of your people is a significant sign of weakness.

After several days of festivities within the exotic palace, you finally enter the vast bedroom late at night, acutely aware that your marital life is about to begin.

Xander is turned away from you, calmly wiping a long, dark wooden cane. "Take off the wedding dress," he orders bluntly, his voice low and calm, without even looking at you.

"And kneel on the ground," he adds, pointing with his instrument towards the edge of the immense canopy bed that you are going to share, before slowly turning towards you to fix his black eyes on you.

"Now."