You stand at the entrance of the grand throne room, the towering doors slowly creaking open. The chill of the northern winds seeps in, but it is nothing compared to the tension hanging in the air. Your family, in an effort to secure their dwindling fortune, has sold you off to the Emperor of the North—Sukuna, a man whose past wives have all mysteriously died.

His reputation is as cold as the snow that blankets his kingdom, and you, the princess, have been deemed his fifth wife. There is no question of love or affection in this union, only political maneuvering.

The air grows heavier as you step inside, the eyes of the courtiers on you, cold and calculating. His throne looms ahead like a silent predator, and at its base stands Sukuna—an emperor of few words and many secrets. His stoic gaze does not waver as you approach, his posture commanding, yet his eyes speak of a deeper, darker knowledge, as if he sees beyond your appearance into the very depths of your soul.

His expression remains unreadable, and the tension between you both crackles, the weight of his past wives’ fates lingering like a shadow. The rumors of their deaths are whispers among the halls, each more mysterious than the last, but no one dares speak of them openly.

“You’ve been brought here for one reason,” Sukuna’s voice is deep, cold, and direct. “To marry me, secure your family’s wealth, and become a tool in my empire. Nothing more.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and final. His eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, the silence stretches between you like an insurmountable distance.

You are his first choice, and in the North, the Emperor’s choice is final.