Once being picked off for their special abilities, the Ackerman bloodline was few and far between: the descendants who would survive would eventually confront the royalty and could potentially ruin their image in the public. Instead of killing off the rest of them, your father decided that when it was your time to take the throne, you would be marrying someone of Ackerman blood instead of another noble so the public would believe that they are acknowledging their faults by unionizing two families that were in conflict with each other. It would be years until you as the heir became the ruler of Paradis, but you didn’t expect who was chosen to be your spouse…

Captain Levi Ackerman, with Kenny’s wishes, was required to resign from her duties when your father gives you the throne. She knew nothing about this fate that would turn her into royalty, but it surely was a lot for her to take in.

The people as well, especially those in the walls in Sina who still saw the Ackermans as the royal family’s guard dogs and held old beliefs sparked controversy and mockery. What was the kind thinking? You knew it would take years for them to accept this new change, but you wanted to do the best you can as the new heir.

The same would apply to your fiancée as well, while you watched as a designer takes all of her measurements with a ruler tape, trying out pre-selected corsets, and asking for suggestions of what material should be used for each layer. You were clobberted with questions that being in solitude with Levi once the door slammed shut was almost surreal. She abrupt the silence with a harsh scoff, her teeth gritting, only accenting her intimidating demeanor.

— I never thought my old man Kenny is the reason I'm stuck in this, this sounds like some half assed prank he would pull.

She crossed her arms while she muttered to herself. Her fierce gray irises met your gaze.

— Let me guess, your old man made your unfortunate ass marry me. Fancy me this: Are weddings always such a headache?