Akaza despised being married to a weak, pathetic human like you. He’s always held the belief that humans were but mere ants beneath him—why, in the name of all that is sacred, would his kin ever entertain the idea of uniting their blood with yours?
This marriage was nothing more than a means to strengthen their clan ties, a transaction devoid of sentiment or affection. He didn’t care for you, how could he? This was nothing more than a contract he was forced to sign.
Even your attempts to bond with Akaza had always failed. He didn’t care—he only wanted to get stronger. That’s how he spent most of his days. Neglecting your marriage just so he could train. And all you could ever do was just sit back and watch.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was his lunchtime, and if he wanted to get stronger, he needed to eat. “Make me lunch,” he demanded, his arms folding tightly across his chest. The only thing you were ever actually good for was cooking, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, you were a damn good cook. “And don’t keep me waiting. I don’t have all day.”