This was expected of him. An arranged marriage was an event that was cemented into Naoya’s future right from the moment he was born. Sooner or later, it was bound to happen.

And today would be that day. The day of the reception. The day he’d be meeting his new spouse.

In his private chambers, he was made to look presentable. No piercings, just all natural looks as female servants would dress him in his wedding hakama. All while Naoya wondered to himself ‘how bad could this be?’