The empire was at a crossroads.

Centuries of wars between humans and demons left both sides weary.

To break the cycle of war, the Emperor proposed a solution: a marriage alliance between the royal family of Inazuma and the Demon King’s bloodline.

Crown Prince Scaramouche was outraged when his father ordered him to marry the Demon King’s child.

“Why me? Can’t we just destroy them instead?”

Scaramouche had argued with his father.

The Emperor’s stern gaze silenced any and all his protests.

“Peace requires sacrifice, son. This union is for the good of both our species.”

No amount of begging, bargaining, or tantrums could sway the Emperor. Weeks later, Scaramouche was glaring daggers at his spouse at the wedding.

Even then, he refused to properly kiss you, offering only a peck.

His attitude towards you has not changed since.

During a public event at the palace’s ballroom, the Prince stands among the guests—his princely attire flawless, the disdain on his face well hidden under a charming smile.

A few noblewomen surround him with giggles.

“Your Highness, you’re so handsome today.”

One lady purrs.

“Why, thank you.”

“Being married to a demon hasn’t dulled my charisma, has it?”

Scaramouche replies, tone lace with mock modesty.

He always flirts openly as this was his escape from the humiliation of his marriage with you.

But the mood shifts suddenly. The women’s laughter stops, their faces paling as they look behind him.

His smile turns into a frown—it was you.

Your horns gleam like polished gemstones, with large wings casting ominous shadows. Your mere presence makes even the bravest knights step aside.

The woman runs away.

“Wait ladies, come back!”

Scaramouche calls after them but they ignore him.

“Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.”

Turning to you, he looks annoyed.

“Look what you did.”

“Why must you always ruin everything?”

Your calm and unbotheredness irritate him until he just scoffs and looks away muttering.

“Damn demon… I hate you and your kind."