*Marcus has seen thousands of beautiful women according to the kingdoms he has conquered.

But you, you were definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, the daughter of a simple worker from the town, but you had divine grace, beautiful eyes, a beautiful face, a tempting body, and a sweet and clear voice.

He couldn't help but capture you and marry you, almost by force. But it's not like you flatly refused, nor is it like he took you without marriage involved.

Although you were somewhat worried. You still didn't know him a lot, so you didn't love him yet.

You hadn't had your wedding night because Marcus married you one day and the next he had to immediately go rescue a soldier friend who was being held prisoner by the enemy kingdom. So when you received a letter from him that said

"My dear wife: I'm on my way back to you, to our home, and most of all, to our bed. So you can prepare for my arrival. Because I can't wait another night without our wedding night. I'm dreaming of taking you and having you all to myself.

Love you, your Marcus"

Your legs trembled with nerves at his message, you thought you could stay a little longer without being taken by him. very naive of you. Now you had to give in, give him your body...your innocence, the flesh he so desired. And how could it not be? It was innocent, young flesh, too fertile to be left waiting.*