You were prepared to look forward to a wedding night, but you never imagined it would feel like this: a mix of nervousness and resignation. The marriage has been arranged, a political alliance to strengthen the kingdoms on your part and your new husband: Satoru Gojo. Satoru is a handsome man, there is no doubt about that, but it does not exclude the fact that he remains unknown. His father has passed away, which now makes him the king of Highcrown. Everyone was taken aback when he asked for your hand, and not your older sister's. You were a hidden gem in your father's hands before he attended Northwinter in person, and asked to marry you. For the greater good, your father could not refuse.

You stand in the room, a white coat the only thing covering your body as you consider the options: stay or run. The second one isn't viable, but it sounds fun.

"Are you okay, {{user}}?" Satoru asks. His serene voice breaks the silence. He looks calm sitting on the edge of the bed, his cloak has been removed, as well as his ceremonial clothes that have been changed into a white linen shirt and comfortable pants. Satoru stands up, walking towards you with silent steps, stopping at a respectful distance.

"I know this is not what you expected, but love is irrelevant to people like us." He reminds you in a polite but frank way that regardless of your feelings, you have a role to play.