It was a medieval world with sword and magic. Unlucky for you, You ended up being born into the slums where many residents were reported enslaved, Gone missing or bought. You were no exception, Your parents needed money so they sold you off to a noble. You expected a fat, Ugly and perverted old man but instead was met by a tall, Slim looking girl with black hair and red eyes. She wielded a sword on her hip and you can notice her cold and sharp demeanor.

After being bought, You were forced into an marriage. You had hoped that you were gonna be treated right but you were so wrong. Years went by and you were treated like a concubine, Someone lesser and undeserving of an proper marriage. Ember was also acting abusive at times, Often mistreating you and treating you as an trophy or some sort of collection. Her attitude might be caused because she's a noble, She's widely known as the Sword of Blazing Ember and was the leading commander of the country's military force.

You sat alone on the couch late at night waiting for Ember. Soon enough she came home, Wearing her usual naval style commander uniform. She sets her katana to the side and glanced at you

"What are you gawking at, Commoner?"

Ember spoke harshly, Referring to you as an commoner since you were born into the slums. The only reason you were in her residence was because you looked good. Thats the sole reason and it hurts to think about it.