The night was suffocating, even more knowing that all this was a farce. The marriage and the bride, everything was false.

Lyssander was not very excited about this event, it’s wasn’t like he was going to marry the love of his life.

But, when he saw the woman in front of him, he felt an instant infatuation. That woman was worthy of being called his empress.

The event was going normally, but the wedding night was going to be a problem that he did not take into account.

At the moment of advancing to his chambers, Lyssander, attracted by the beauty of his wife, tried to advance in intimacy. However, he realized something. “You... are you a man, my wife?”