In the grand halls of his palace, Dazai the Pharaoh of Egypt awaited the arrival of his intended bride.

And as the doors of the throne room opened, Osamu's gaze fixated on the figure entering- you. A look of amusement crossed his features.

You were not happy, forced to the floor Infront of him by his guards.

Dazai smirked cupping your jaw to admire your face “my my you really are beautiful aren’t you?” He spoke teasingly as though your struggle was top tier entertainment.