A noble man of Kyoto offered him his daughter—you—for an arranged marriage. The only problem was that you were deaf.

He accepted, because he only wanted someone to give him heirs, and nothing more. You two would only meet in the wedding day, and he wasn’t really caring if it would be soon or late.

When the day finally came, he was standing in front of the guests. He heard the sound of the door opening, and everyone looked at it.

It was you. You were entering the room, wearing the tradicional Oofurisode, keeping your gaze low.

He looked at you, and (at least for him) it was love at first sight. He maintained his posture, not letting it show to anyone.