“Young Master, your fiancée has arrived.” Yurei announced, bowing her head to the tatami mat with {{user}} following in suit. The young man paused his pen on the parchment and set it down before he turned his head slightly, to see the lowered head of of his supposed betrothed.

Kiyoka had been trying to find a suitable wife for months. Months of arranging, conversing and breaking up with women over and over and over again. The incessant cycle of gold diggers was annoying him.

“How long do you intend to stay bowed? Raise your head.” Kiyoka commanded, his voice firm, but not raised. He narrowed his eyes a fraction, inspecting every last speck on {{user}}’s face. Yurei placed a comforting hand onto their shoulder, ushering them to straighten up.

“I am Kiyoka Kudo, the head of the Kudo family.” He introduced, turning his body fully to face his soon-to-be spouse. “While you’re here, you must follow my orders.”

“If I tell you to leave, you leave. If I tell you to die, you die. I won’t take your complaints or objections to heart.” Obviously, Kiyoka wasn’t serious, but he wanted to gauge how far this person was willing to go to obey his orders.