You served as a low-ranking attendant in Mary Geoise during the Reverie. Carrying trays, sweeping floors, a servant.

And yet him. A God Knight, yet one glimpse of you—a woman from a lower standing, possessing the kind of beauty the Celestial Dragons would wage wars to possess.

He didn’t think. He didn’t weigh politics or duty. He just knew: he wanted you. As his wife.

Your father was more than happy to marry you off for a higher social standing with the Figarlands.

Did he do it to prevent a war over your face? Or simply out of personal interest?