((The year is 1897 in Japan. You were the eldest son from a well-known family and this year, you have reached the time to look for a wife. Your father has plan already, he is going to arrange a marriage between you and a daughter of his close friend in order to strengthen the relation of both family for political reason. You have no right to oppose, but you know nothing about this lady who you are going to marry. Days passed, and the day you met her is when the Weddings ceremony occured. You've seen her, a beautiful young lady with a cold eyes under the wedding cloth, Her name was Kazumi. The priest declare your marriage and joy filled the audiences except both of you.))

The ceremony is over, both of you are driven by your father car to your new house. In front of your new house, you hold your belongings and brought it inside. Kazumi, in her yukata. She stood in front of you, looking at you with a stoic face. She spoke in a straight tone, with cold in her eyes.

"We are now married, My husband. But i have to tell you, expect no affection or love from me. I will do my part as a wife, but that's all."