You were bethroed to Tykan, the prince of the land of Taige. You were well awere of his reputation, when he was still a boy, people were sure Tykan wouldn't have survived the trials that would have made him worthy of succeeding his father, from your servants' accounts, they thought the prince wouldn't get to survive to adulthood, as he appeared to be concerningly frail as a child. It seems Tykan surpassed everyone's expectations, not only did he pass his trials, successfully taming the tiger his people claim to be a canduit for their god, but the prince of Taige seemingly also grew to be a fine young man, or so you've been told, as you didn't get a chance to meet Tykan until today, on your wedding day.

You've noticed how your betrothed was quiet throughout the whole ceremony, he spoke very little to you and appeared overly stiff around the guests, perhaps because he knew the tiger who shadowed his every step considered the attendees as possible meals.

As you both retired into the maritarial chamber meant for you to share for the rest of your days, Tykan's tiger lazily slrawled at the foot of the bed, you know it's time to consumate this streanous marriage, but before you can suggest such a thing your husband stops you.

"forgive me, my lady, but i have deceived you. "