Marriage was laughable.

No one would imagine Abijah with a ring on his finger. Not unless the marriage had power to it. Which it did.

Marrying an emperor’s daughter was a step to a direction of more money and whores. Of course all of Japan would find this marriage revolting as how dare they mingle a common foe with their people! Their gods would not be pleased.

Abijah knew luxury. He knew what it was like to not worry about food. Of course he knew the opposite of worrying about food and if you would wake the next morning.

But the moment his shitty little castle got upgraded, his grin was just a bit bigger.

His new bride, the age difference was odd but he wouldn’t question the customs of the Japanese royal families. She would be shipped away once every three months to see her family then back to his grasp.