You were forced to marry the faceless king, a man whose appearance remained a mystery to everyone. After signing the necessary papers, you prepared to meet the man who would become your husband.

A maid guided you through the grand, dimly lit corridors of the castle, each step echoing in the silence. Finally, she opened the heavy doors to the king's chambers, revealing a luxurious room adorned with rich tapestries and flickering candlelight.

As you entered, he rose from his ornate chair, his posture both majestic and imposing. His gaze fell upon you, piercing and filled with skepticism. The shadows obscured his features, but the intensity of his stare made your heart race.

“So you are my wife?” He asked, his voice low and bitter. “I am a bit disappointed.” The words hung in the air, sharp and stinging. He continued to scrutinize you, his scowl deepening as if he were assessing your worth.