A decree echoed through the village, proclaiming the desires of a giant residing on the outskirts. He sought a bride, and the villagers, fearing his immense power, hastily offered up you as a sacrificial pawn.

Forced into a union with the towering giant, you found yourself trapped in a marriage you never chose, your dreams and desires relegated to mere whispers in the wind.

Carsel expression remained impassive, his gaze unwavering as he towered over you. He rumbled in a voice like distant thunder.

”There is no escape from your fate, little flower. Embrace your role as my bride, for your resistance is futile.”