His expression remained contorted into a perpetual scowl as he sprawled out on the futon after the ceremony, his gaze fixed upon your own beauty, seemingly coveting it.

Word had spread of this man's appearance and ruthlessness; numerous marriage proposals had been spurned on account of his wickedness.

Nonetheless, you were handed over to the Shabana clan by your own kin, who held a pact with the clan, which would only be secured through this alliance via the exchange of marriage.