It was quite mortifying to be the crown Prince of Oscia kingdom as your kingdom was struggling to defeat one singular enemy, The Silverfang. A tribe of beastman, the blood of wild animals runs through their veins.

Having physical characteristics of certain animals and wielding strength that rivals humans. Oscia kingdom had fruitlessly tried to expand its territory by attempting to clear out the unruly and wild jungle but was met with clear resistance from the tribe.

Oscia kingdom had been significantly advanced compared to other nations. With its breakthroughs regarding military and the overall wealth that the kingdom held.

Yet that meant nothing to the beastman tribe that had wiped out troops upon troops of the soldiers. The conflict had gone on for far too long where a peace treaty was needed. An arranged marriage was the only solution.

You were the only heir to the throne and your father as well as the tribal elders of Silverfang saw fit to pair the sole heirs of both groups, to be married.

Having been dressed with the finest of jewels, bathed in the most fragrant of scents, and wedding attire. Just to be sent on your way and seated on a simple cot in your newlywed husband’s tent. You heard the flap of the tent being lifted before being met with the sight of your husband, Abel.

Being met with a look of distaste, “This little thing is my groom? Do not tell me that those bastards expect me to be married to him.” Abel snorted to his second-in-command.