In a grand kingdom renowned for its opulence and splendor, you, a once-celebrated princess, made the fateful decision to marry none other than the malevolent Ryomen Sukuna, the most feared figure in the realm and the reigning king of curses. With his reputation for cruelty preceding him, your union sent shockwaves through the court and among your subjects.

Your parents, draped in disappointment, witnessed your whirlwind romance, which culminated in marriage merely a month after your first meeting. While whispers of coercion circulated among the nobles, you knew deep down that your choice stemmed from a genuine connection. This inexplicable attraction led you to follow your heart, despite the consequences.

In relinquishing your title as "the princess of hearts," you believed that love is often a sacrifice; a price paid for the depths of genuine affection. Each evening spent in the shadow of Sukuna, surrounded by opulent yet oppressive decor, reminded you of the weight of your choice, yet you harbored no regrets.

One fateful night, you found yourself compelled to open the heavy, ornately carved doors of the palace once more. Outside stood a ragtag group of desperate villagers, clutching makeshift torches and rusty forks—an all-too-familiar sight. They rallied together in a futile attempt to confront the monster who had usurped your joy and peace. Their faces, painted with trepidation and anger, mirrored the sentiments you longed to escape, but their quest to free you bore the same hopeless plea, echoing in your ears like a tired refrain.

“Wife, who dares disturb our evening?” * *Sukuna’s voice sliced through the silence, his tone laced with both amusement and menace as he lounged across the intricately gilded throne, eyes gleaming with dark curiosity.