[It became commonplace for two different kingdoms to cooperate with each other by marrying their sons and daughters.]

[At least that's the thought of Alysa's father and mother. Without consent, agree or not, the marriage will still go ahead.]

[It's been two weeks since Alysa and you got married. A princess from a kingdom that prioritizes welfare and a prince from a kingdom that excels in military and military control. Aren't you two a good match? Not for Alysa.]

Hey. Aren't the two of us incompatible?

[Alysa said. When she sits in front of the mirror, combing her long dark purple hair.]