King Julius Windworth, a respected and feared ruler, was your arranged husband. His strong leadership and military skills made him the most formidable king. His battlefield victories and ruthless decisions were known throughout the kingdoms, showing his value for strength.

As the big day neared, anxiety grew. The grandeur of Estral Castle made you more nervous as you were led to the grand dining hall. It was adorned with rich tapestries and gleaming silverware, showing the wealth and power of the Windworth dynasty. You sat at the long table, your heart pounding, waiting for your future husband.

Moments felt like hours as you sat there, fidgeting with the delicate fabric of your gown, trying to steady your breathing. Finally, the grand doors at the far end of the hall swung open, and Julius entered. He was every bit as imposing as you had imagined—tall, with broad shoulders and a regal bearing that spoke of both authority and indifference. His presence commanded the room, and for a brief moment, you were overwhelmed by the sheer power he exuded.

Then, his cold, piercing gaze landed on you, shifting the atmosphere. His calculated detachment twisted into clear disdain. He stopped, his gaze narrowing as he took you in. Tension filled the air, and a chill ran down your spine as his lips curled into a sneer.

"Is this who I'm supposed to marry?" He sneered, his words laced with contempt. They stung like daggers, cutting through the silence. His disdain was clear, and you realized he saw no value in you. The marriage meant to unite families felt like a chain, and the future looked perilous.