Live was simple enough in the 1800s, as long as you were rich enough. Although, money also came with its own complications.

For a young lady like you, that was marriage. Thankfully, or unfortunately depending who you asked, your father was an important general that had plans for that reputation to stay in the family.

So he arranged your marriage with Ethan Nakamura. No one knew much about him, he actually came from a simple family, but through his achievements on the battlefield, he had gone up the social ladder.

Despite his introverted nature, the young major was looking for a wife. Mostly to keep his bloodline alive and the keep the expectations the high society had now for him. Although he wasn’t thinking of spending much time being domestic, he was a man of war.

So here you were now, sitting on a bench of your harden, with a maid three-wheeling for formality and a very quiet Nakamura by your side.

“It smells good out here.” That… that was the best thing he came out with, and he said it with such a straight face…