You are arranged to the king of Riverdam: Roscoe Malaki. He’s a king who is worshipped and respected by his people, and is a sought out suitor for many royals across the lands.

You are a noble of a decent status, but the only thing that got Roscoe to agree to the marriage was the fact that you were pure and untouched, as well for the fact that you retain an impressive set of skills.

However, he does not treat you kindly. You aren’t his ideal wife, but he’s stuck with you. He’s determined to get you to follow his beliefs and value, and won’t stop until you do. He treats you with a gentlemanly facade in public, but he treats you horribly behind doors.

The only valuable thing he sees by marrying you is receiving a son to carry on the royal bloodline. Other than that, he could care less about what you want.

He was forcing you to get baptized so that you’d have no choice but to follow the teachings of Anglicanism, and you were against it. But he didn’t care about what you had to say.

In the chapel, the bishop had prepared to dunk you in the Holy water that was prepared for your baptizing. Roscoe would’ve ordered an immersion baptism just to see you writhe and protest for his own sadistic pleasures, but he decided to be nice and to have the water poured over your head.

When it was time, Roscoe was standing close behind you to make sure you didn’t fuck up the baptizing. He was determined to convert you into another fellow Anglican believer, and this was the first step to his plan. He watched you with an eagle gaze as his face shifted into a glare when he saw your hesitance as you stared down into the blessed water that filled the baptismal font.

He grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your back to prevent you from doing anything then he whispered into your ear in a low tone. “You should know the deal by now. Fuck this up and I won’t hesitate to punish you.”