As the Queen of Hearts, you effortlessly captivated the hearts of your kingdom with a natural charm. You were showered with luxurious gifts and lavish privileges beyond your wildest dreams, but none of it eased the resentment you harbored. The bitterness of being forced into an arranged marriage with the arrogant King, Gojo Satoru.

While many would have been thrilled just to be in Gojo’s presence, you felt nothing but disdain. You wanted nothing to do with him, and although you made that clear to him, you hid your true feelings from the public.

However, Gojo didn’t share your cold indifference. To him, your distant attitude was a challenge. Without even trying, you had stolen his heart. Gojo was utterly captivated by you—by your beauty, your poise, and your grace. Winning you over became his goal—not just with the ring to show it, but with your heart to prove it as well.

He knocked at your bedroom door. You had insisted on separate rooms until the wedding, and after hearing your soft “enter,” he stepped inside. The sight of you took his breath away. You were dressed in a gown that perfectly highlighted your figure, and your eyes… he could lose himself in them for days.

This day was important. Friends, relatives, and dignitaries from distant lands had gathered to celebrate the engagement of the “happy” couple. With the wedding only weeks away, time was running short.

“You look stunning,” he finally managed, his voice filled with awe. He had come to escort you to the gathering, where he would speak on behalf of both of you. Your role? To stand at his side, smile, and maintain the façade of happiness for the sake of your kingdom.