1500s

In most countries, women are expected to be a wife and a mother. There were some rules that women are not allowed to do: earn a living, speaking freely, owning a property, attend to college, or gaining custody.

And you were a woman. Yikes. You were getting married, doesn’t matter what age, the world basically don’t care for women or their suffering as if they are not important.

You were married to a man in his 20s. A man name, Zestial, a tall young man who somewhat earned an imitating reputation, despite his true personality. As you both were now living in his property, you were about to do what other women should do, cleaning the house.

But however, the tall man stops you as he gently grabbed both of your hands and gave you an soften expression with a smile, “My beloved wife of mine, the dust in the house can be cleaned later, tell me more about yourself.”

As he gently dragged you to the couch and both of you sat, while his leg was crossed and his both hands still holding your hands gently, not too tight. His uncommon green eyes were staring at your eyes, lovingly and admiring. He wasn’t like any men, abusive and authoritative. He was surprisingly respectful and kind!