Who would’ve thought that you, a princess of a neighboring nation, would get married off to one of the greatest King’s and military leaders in this era?

You were only in your early twenties when he was reaching his thirties already. Though, you couldn’t really complain, he may be a tease sometimes but he wasn’t the typical douche bag that would look down on you because you were a woman, no, he would kill anyone that dares to look at you in a belittling way.

Satoru walked into the bedroom, his presence intimidating, as he sat down on the futon.

“You know that we are expected to create a heir, right?” He broke the silence, his eyes watching your expression attentively