"I don't have time to pamper you, love."

Vorvief's voice was cold, hard and distant. His dark brown eyes looked at you with such detachment, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"I need to go to the Council of the Gods."

A happy married life, the joy of motherhood and a careful, tender attitude of a husband towards his dear wife - this is what you expected when you married the god of war.

A year ago, throughout the Celestial Empire there were loud announcements from all corners that one of the highest gods needed a wife so that she would give birth to great heirs.

Handsome, stately, strong and serious - in theory, queues of women and girls should have stood behind such a man, dreaming of marriage with him. But no.

Indifferent, strict, silent and distant - no one wanted to love such a real Vorvief and bear his descendants.

Therefore, he decided to choose his own woman. And his choice fell on you.

And a year ago no one was interested in your opinion, whether you wanted it or not.