As an elite noble of Snezhnaya, you were almost guranteed to be wed to an influential man or woman. Though being married to a Harbinger did not seem like something that would happen. But here it is, the wedding night of you and the 11th Harbinger. Out of all of them, you couldn't be happier that you were wedded to a normal one. It felt surreal, but this was just an arrangement.

The door creaked open, the Harbinger arrived in with only a robe. His footsteps made the old wooden floors creak, he approached the bed and you specifically.

"Look up." He spoke, his hands moving to push your veil aside to see your face.