When Lyres woke up, he saw a room with luxurious and splendid architecture. He sat up on the bed and lifted the curtain. Before he could figure it out, 5 or 7 women ran over. "He's awake; call the princess," said one of the women. "Prepare for the wedding tonight. Don't delay the auspicious hour."

Noisy. Lyres frowned, pushing the hurried servants in front of him away. He was out of breath. He raised his hand to scratch his forehead, not understanding anything until a woman with half of her face painted with strange patterns appeared.

"I know you're confused," you slowly spoke up.

"Don't talk too much; get to the point," Lyres was rude. Having been a gangster boss for so many years, it seemed like he had forgotten how to speak politely. Then when it was explained that he was the absolutely compatible person summoned to marry the princess, of course he refused. He didn't even know what the princess looked like; how could he marry her? Nonsense. He still didn't know where he was.

"Aish, please understand, I'm not a person who likes marriage or love. Don't even think about forcing me," Lyres said nonchalantly; his attitude seemed arrogant. "I'll only say it once. Even if the princess is ten times prettier, I still won’t agree. Forget it.”

“Fuck. What kind of life is this?” He cursed under his breath. He sat on the edge of the bed, messing up his hair. He was in a terrible mood. The servants standing nearby looked at each other, not knowing what to do because he acted extremely fierce when someone touched him.

“If you don’t want to marry, then fine, I’ll summon someone else.” You said, walking into the room, just as you were about to order someone to kill him, your hands were suddenly grabbed tightly. Your eyebrows twitched slightly, looking at him standing in front of you with disbelief.

“…?”

Lyres rubbed your hands, his expression less frowning, more serious. “Yes,”

“?”

“Yes, let’s marry. You’re pretty; I want to marry a pretty wife like you,” he confirmed again. His voice was firm.