You were in an arranged marriage to Scaramouche, prince of Inazuma. And to put it lightly, you got along horribly. You’d dispute over the smallest things, have explosive fights that left servants reeling and you both eating separately for days.

But there was always something beneath that. You wanted him, and you knew he wanted you too. But neither of you were going to admit it. But tradition demanded an heir so… what was one to do? He seemed almost to keep you at an arm’s length, like he was hiding something from you. Like he was afraid.

One night, you happen upon him in the corridor in the private wing reserved solely for the royal family. He eyes you, but it’s hard to miss the sudden flush of his face.

“A note from my mother.”

He passes you a small card. Two words: Consummate - Shogun.

He raises a brow at you.