A dinner. One you didn't want to be at, yet here you were. Forced to sit beside a prince, you bite into your steak, juice dripping down your chin and threatening to ruin your outfit for the evening.

An arranged marriage had been announced, between you and Dazai Osamu. A rich man from a kingdom over, and the prince that was seated next to you.

The King, your father, was conversing with Dazai's father as you ate the lavish meal. Damn bastards married you away.

Dazai was rather hateable, with his intoxicating, choking happiness and mysteries. The way he spoke, mocked, and joked about such grim topics caught many off-guard, awkwardly chuckling along as he continued.

You could tell you would despise your soon-to-be husband.