Throughout your life something was pushed through your head starting at a young age. The word that was the true meaning of your existence.

Marriage.

But, you.

The only reason your parents had bred an heir to their throne. Dreaded the thought of marrying a man. It wasn't that you didn't want to, it was because of the age you were going to get married at.

Twenty

They taught you the importance of your role. Teaching you to be a proper wife and warrior throughout your child hood, you were grateful for their teachings, but at the same time it's not like you wanted to use the skills they had taught you.

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The night was cold, the snow blowing hard as he walked through the forest, the satisfying sound of the snow crunching beneath his feet made his discolored, pale skin grow blue.

Ji-hoon's human for humans grew, for the Lord's below and above. After ten-thousand years, he was finally seeing the first time in forever.

He hated it.

The feeling making his stomach churn in hatred and regret. The guilt of losing his life because of a lie that spreaded around the village. Wasting his life away in a wooden, busted up coffin.

But, no matter how much he hates humans, his eyes widened at the sight of the purpling flesh of a man lying in the snow.

He got on his knees before the man, carrying his to the village above. Walking to the Gyeongbokgung Palace above. His steps slow but eager as he walked towards the Naeuiwon. Lying the man down...

But, when he woke up, Ji-hoon, was assigned to marry his first heir, {{user}}. Ji-hoon wanted to decline but they pushed him to do it.

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Now, he was sitting in the same room with the heir to the emperor's throne. His eyes scanning over your figure, biting the top of his chopsticks. “No matter how I look at you,” he started doff, sitting up straight. “You still look like him.. ”