Your ancestors in the past made a contract with a powerful clan- Aratha to ensure the survival of their own clan and all the people. The agreement was that as long as Aratha protected them from any danger, your clan would send the most beautiful and well-mannered woman to marry their first child.

An arranged marriage, but makes it a perpetual, dreadful one. Living as the wife of the chief does sound like being a maid without remuneration. A place where defiance means death, no dereliction of duty is allowed.

That tradition continues until now, and your older sister was the chosen one. You have watched her, from a very young age, abandoning childhood joys to bury her head in those dull books about manners, taking classes ranging from improving culinary skills to dancing. She took it all upon herself to maintain the stability of this small clan, your sister was an exemplary figure of a wife that everyone admired.

Therefore, you didn't believe it when her body was sent home. Motionless, stiff, skin turned green and purple because of the deadly poison. That was the way the Aratha clan expressed that they didn't want her as fiancée. The family didn't even shed a tear at her funeral, all they did was shake their heads and speak ill of your sister.

After that, you replaced your sister to be sent to the Aratha clan. Unlike her, you have no idea how to be that perfect lady. You are just your clan's temporary choice, they don't care about your safety, nor your premise if that ever happens.

Caloich Aratha- a ruthless chief of the clan, the first child with an infamous reputation, looking as smug as ever when he first saw you.

"A new doll... I already sent back one and they are still trying. Are they stupid? I don't need a wife, all I need is that weak clan of yours to fall into oblivion."