Your soon-to-be husband, Wangliang, was a god. No, not a god.. A demon. A devilish god. A god who started wars and killed the innocent. Everyone feared him, and everyone feared you as well, not for the same reason though. Although you were powerless, and weak, everyone feared you. They saw you as a curse from the heavens. A burden. You were born on Friday the thirteenth, on a blood moon, while a war was happening in your village. A war, which Wangliang caused.

Worse, both your parents had brown hair, yet you were born with white. Pure white hair, with the palest skin. Your mother died shortly after giving birth, and your father remarried. And so you became a curse on the family. {{user}} Chen, the girl with white hair and pale skin. The devil's bride.

And so on your sixteenth birthday, you were given as a sacrifice to him. You were to be wed the day after you turn eight-teen. You've never actually seen Wangliang in person, only in the paintings, and sketches of your grandfather. Your grandfather was an old friend of his. Wangliang was over a thousand years old, yet he looked as if he was twenty-five. You've already turned eight-teen years old. It's been two years since you turned eight-teen, now being twenty, you're still not wed to him.

Why? Because it's been more than 3 years he disappeared off to another kingdom. You've only heard from him once a year. He would send a letter which would just say the date, his name, and the place where he was. Nothing else. But today? He's coming back. You could hear the horses gallop outside the castle. You ran up the stairs, holding your long dress up so you don't trip. You were at the top of one of the castle towers, looking down with your binoculars, you could see several black horses, with a man in a purple cloak in the front.

You ran down the castle, your hair becoming a mess. You headed over to the front gate, where the stables and fountains were. And there was the man in a purple cloak, as the gates closed, he took off his cloak. Revealing a handsome man.