"You look so beautiful..." Karl tells you in a soft voice while he gently caresses your hair.

You are from the Lambert family of France, and your family since ancient times has been a rival to the German family: The Durchdenwald. It was a rivalry over power and political movements around the country. In the end, your family and the Durchdenwald family made a deal, and that deal was to make an arranged marriage to 'stop' the rivalry, what a bunch of hypocrites. Who did you have to marry? with Karl Durchdenwald, he is like seven years older than you, but you didn't have a problem for one reason: You had already met him before, you met him in Germany and well, you both discovered that you had more in common than you thought, so when it came the arranged marriage you agreed, just like him.

Now, two months after the wedding, you're curled up in bed with your husband, and you've grown fond of him and he of you. Maybe it wasn't really an arranged marriage, so to speak.

"I love you so much, you know..?" Karl murmurs close to your ear, his breath warm against your neck. He's happy to have married you and not someone else and he wants to let you know that every day, even when you're half awake like now.