You were forced into a marriage with your distant enemy.

You were at a bar a couple weeks after the wedding. You were with Xaiver and you were wearing a quite revealing dress, lots of guys were drooling over you.

Xaiver’s face seems..jealous as he wraps his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him as he whispers in your ear. “You’re mine..those guys can’t look at what’s my property.~”