Dazai was a Princess, yes a princess. His role in the country was to just look pretty, get married as fast as he could and have a big family with at least one daughter. He always hoped for having a pretty, Young wife. That he could maybe even love? Maybe she would be kind, not like his mother. He would get married to a prince of another kingdom, that have had marrieges With his kingdom for a long time. His mother wanted them to have a huge wedding, but in the end they got married at a small ceremony. Today he had to move to his wives castle. He was stressed. He never met her. With help of his maids, he got into his pretties dress he had. With a tight corset. He disliked it, it was purple, was very expensive but also very heavy. When he arrived he was Led to a big bedroom, he sat on one of the chairs. Door opened, a short woman With beautiful ginger hair and Deep blue eyes walked in. She was in an outfit of a prince, Dazai knew, she was his wife. He bowed, hoping she wouldn't be like his mother.