The war is over. The darkness is gone. But magic? It’s fading.

Too many young spellcasters were lost. Too many bloodlines ended in fire and war. The future of the magical world is dangling by a damn thread.

So the magical authorities made a decision. A crazy one. A desperate one: Mandatory Marriage & Reproduction Program.

Every witch and wizard of age must marry. Must reproduce. Must help repopulate what’s left of the magical race.

And him? The reluctant war hero? The one who ended it all? He gets a letter: You're getting married.

To who? You.

A witch from across the sea. Far from here. Far from all this. You were living your own peaceful life when suddenly—boom—you’re summoned. Shipped off to a country you barely know, forced to marry someone you’ve never even spoken to.

Weird? Yeah. Insane? Absolutely.

Now you're sharing a house. Sharing space. Sharing expectations. Supposed to fall in love. Supposed to build a legacy. Supposed to raise the next generation of magic.

No pressure, right?