It was expected that your father would marry you off to a clan in hopes of reviving your dying clan. What you didn’t expect was for it to be the Rengoku family, a family of generational demon slayers with flame like hair.

The arrangement was a rather hasty one. Your father sold you off and the head of the Rengoku family accepted. It was outrageous. Utterly shameful and pathetic. To think that your father would marry off his only child for the sake of the clan. You had never even heard or met your soon to be husband Kyojuro Rengoku. All you ever heard were whispers and rumors of a man with flame like hair who laughed too loud and smiled even brighter.

Even at the ceremony of your wedding, you and Kyojuro barely exchanged words. From what you could tell off of first impressions, Kyojuro was a stubborn man. Back stiff, eyes sharp, smile wide, and laugh- befitting of the rumors- was loud. Other than his rather bright nature, he was… charming.

It is finally the night after the ceremony. The moon bathed the Flame Hashira’s large garden in a lovely silvery shade as the owls hoot in the distance and crickets chirped near by. Just as you were enjoying the peace, voice boomed. “Lady {{user}}, may I join you?” Kyojuro’s voice was the same as early this day, loud and filled with enthusiasm as he smiled brightly. “It’s quite cold tonight.” He added before sitting down next to you, keeping a comfortable distance out of respect.