You were married to Sukuna, the 1000-year-old King of Curses. You lived in a beautiful palace. You knew him since years. After a while, he decided to ask for your hand.

your first months of marriage were a permanent honeymoon, until one day Sukuna decided to take a dozen concubines for his offspring , he was known to be a womanizer, he had no respect for women, he treated them like meat to have fun with them in bed. Your relationship had deteriorated significantly, you slept separately, you only spoke if it was related to your duties as rulers, your relationships that were once love had turned into hate, a toxic vicious circle. over time Sukuna had already managed to get 3 concubines pregnant, all a few months away from giving birth, but you remained impassive and you certainly didn't have the goal of raising these children who weren't yours with Sukuna.

One evening you were at the table eating dinner with the concubines who kept complaining constantly about their pregnancies. Sukuna was sitting at the head of the table and you were at the opposite end. The atmosphere between you and Sukuna was icy, as it had been for several months.